That hurricane day. Will soon pass away. And someone will sweep. All the jetsam back into the bay. And we`ll come down. Like we always did. And knock on my door.
There was a night. As purple as this. With a love so close. We longed to be missed. Summer `89. And everything stood. Sure and free and there. To be finished.
Every day they write the headlines. Talking diamonds talking steel. Don't talk things that, folk don't know. Talk about money and stuff that's real. .