Back in the old folky days
The air was magic when we played.
The riverboat was rockin in the rain
Midnight was the time for the raid.
Oh, isabela, proud isabela,
They tore you down and plowed you under.
Youre only real with your make-up on
How could I see you and stay too long?
All along the navajo trail,
Burn-outs stub their toes on garbage pails.
Waitresses are cryin in the rain
Will their boyfriends pass this way again?
Oh, mother goose, shes on the skids
Sure aint happy, neither are the kids.
She needs someone that she can scream at
And Im such a heel for makin her feel so bad.
I guess Ill call it sickness gone
Its hard to say the meaning of this song.
An ambulance can only go so fast
Its easy to get buried in the past
When you try to make a good thing last.
I saw today in the entertainment section
Theres room at the top for private detection.
To mom and dad this just doesnt matter,
But its either that or pay off the kidnapper.
So all you critics sit alone
Youre no better than me for what youve shown.
With your stomach pump and your hook and ladder dreams
We could get together for some scenes.
I never knew a man could tell so many lies
He had a different story for every set of eyes.
How can he remember who hes talkin to?
cause I know it aint me, and I hope it isnt you.
Well, Im up in t.o. keepin jive alive,
And out on the corner its half past five.
But the subways are empty
And so are the cafes.
Except for the farmers market
And I still can hear him say:
Youre all just pissin in the wind
You dont know it but you are.
And there aint nothin like a friend
Who can tell you youre just pissin in the wind.
I never knew a man could tell so many lies
He had a different story for every set of eyes
How can he remember who hes talking to?
Cause I know it aint me, and hope it isnt you.
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