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When you're nothing to no one
And you're less to your kin
And you're looking for someone
Who won't cling to anything
So you're stuck in some motel
With the sound of her sleeping
Don't you feel kind of old now
Well, ain't that a funny thing
I used to wake up early
I used to try to believe
But life seems neverending
When you're young
So you're back on the highway
And there's wind in her hair
And you know that it's no time for thinking
About somebody up there
Beause you'll turn her to drinking
And you'll lead her to hell
With her bible beside her
She surely looks like an angel
I used to wake up early
I used to try to believe
But faith is never easy
When you're young
I used to wake up early
Now it's hard, hard enough to sleep
But life seems neverending
When you're young
Rain on me, I'm not complaining
I'm soaking from my hat down to my shoes
Rain on me because i'm believing
Love is something I get to lose
what do you know about love?
Take a look at my face, Do you get my meaning
Mister I've got scars on my knees
Take a look at these hands I got from praying
You better believe I do believe
It's raining on Bleecker Street
From my heart down to my feet
Now I know that this blood here is for bleeding
Sure as Jesus is up above
He knows my heart is just for pleading
But what do you know about love?
It's raining on my main street
From my heart down to my feet
what do you know about love?
You want to leave me, baby, be my guest
All I'm going to do is cry
And then I'm gonna find me someone else
And tear the stars out of the sky
Looking for something when there's nothing there to be found
Make it easy on yourself
Go out and find your body someone else
Or tear the stars out of the sky
Baby you're too well read
Baby you're too well spoken
Baby you're too pristine
When I cry, do you feel anything?
Baby you're too well read
You want to leave me, baby, be my guest
All I'm going to do is cry
And then I'm gonna find me someone else
And tear the stars out of the sky
Baby you're too well read
Baby you're too well spoken
Baby you're far too clean
When I cry, do you feel anything?
Baby you're too well read
You don't need me anymore
You don't need me anymore
They say storms are rife for summertime
Well baby, I'm long gone
What are you going toa do when you open your eyes
It's a brand new day and baby
No blue skies ?
Baby you're too well read
Baby you're too well spoken
Baby you're far too clean
When I cry, do you feel anything?
Baby you're too well read
You lie in the heat of a summer haze
And turn it into a winter's tale
You pull down the blinds and shut out the sky
And do what you can to turn the whole thing grey
You're crying and pleading and you're hell just to be with
And you're everything that I'll ever need
So why do you say you love me when you don't?
You fall back into the English way
Of feeling only guilt because you feel no pain
You sit and you stare at the empty page
And then you fill it with verse and make the whole thing worse
You lie and you cheat your own mind to believing
That you don't need anything or anyone
So why do you say you love me when you don't?
And why should I feel blue when I do?
You lie in the heat of a summer haze
And turn it into a winter's tale
You fall back into the English way
Of feeling only guilt because you feel no pain
You're crying and pleading and you're hell just to be with
And you're everything that I'll ever need
So why do you say you love me when you don't?
And why should I feel blue?
And who's gonna love the loveless if not you?
I got your letter baby the one that said
You've been loving me too long
Maybe we should kick it in the head
Right on
Well I guess you've really got some kind of way with words
Maybe you could be a writer
You could do worse
Beause when I saw you I just knew
I always would belong to you
Goodbye babe
Pray you'll never see my smiling face
Sweetheart, Sweet Jane
Guess you'll find some other Jimmy to take my place
Iwant my photographs back and my Borsolino
Keep the Cartier, babe I wouldn't give you the time of day
Born a lady to the last perfumed stationery
Does it make you feel good to make me feel ordinary?
Because when I saw you I just knew
I always would belong to you
Goodbye babe
Pray you'll never see my smiling face
Sweetheart, my complete heart's
Trashed and bleeding over sordid details
In my suitcase
I'm looking for a religious girl
With child-bearing hips and a wedding veil
But I'm saddened to report, sir
It's not easy
This town is full of those cynical girls
Walking two steps behind of forty five year olds
And I can't bear to hear those church bells ringing
So driver can't you drive me a little more slowly
I've gotta go
Can't you find me some George Jones on your radio
I've gotta go, can't say no
To the church
I want to take you down underside of the city
Where the sun doesn't shine and the moon isn't pretty
And the slow train crawls in the nights and the days
are as one as the smoke and the heat haze
Yes, it's neon here twenty four hours of the day
And you're sure looking pretty when it's hitting on your face
Looker on the corner take a dollar for a daughter
Well, she's only doing what her mother taught her
I want to take you down
I want to take you right down
I want to see a touch of evil in your eye
But all that I'm getting babe is sweetness and light
I want to see something that I might desire
I want to take you down, babe, into the mire
Deals going down no cheques, no plastic
One thing's for sure, never get what you're asking
They're cutting with Johnsons, they're cutting with knives
They're robbing your boots when they're giving you a shoe shine
I want to take you down
I want to take you right downtown
Slow train down, babe, track 29
There's no looking back when there's no sense of time
Beause it's neon here twenty-four hours of the day
And you're sure looking pretty when it's hitting on your face
With a touch of evil in your eye
With a touch of evil in your eye
I want to take you down underside of the city
I want to take you down to the underside
I want to take you down
I want to take you right downtown
Didn't I hear you say your heart's made out of steel
And no one's gonna get so close
No one's gonna know how you feel
Now you're a punch drunk sycophant
A little SOB
You say your mind is made up
Isn't that the way that it's supposed to be?
And it's a long way down
And it's a long, long way down
Walking that tall your head is going to trip your feet
Walking with the devil's fine
Just don't call it looking for sympathy
When it's four a.m. and mister you can't sleep
Beause your blood's still rushing at cocaine speed
And you know all that you need's a little baby to say
Mister, cool down won't you let me fade those blues away
And it's a long way down
And it's a long, long way down
And when you hit the ground
You're going to know about it
Mister, let's you and me see if we can't make a deal
I'll give you the world and all you've got to do
Is cry for me
The reason it's a cliche is because it's true
The harder you climb, the harder you fall
And that means you
So mister hard head, hard nose, heart out of steel
You're just a punch drunk sycophant, a little SOB
And it's a long, it's a long way down
And it's a long, long way down
And when you hit the ground
You're going to know about it
Maybe I'm a little old-fashioned
Maybe you're a little unkind
Maybe I'm a little impatient
Well, come see about mine
You won't give me your number
You won't give me your time
You said meet me on the corner
And there's still no sign
Maybe I'm a little outdated
Maybe a little out of time
To believe your heart is in the right place
Despite what you're doing to mine
So I'm standing on the corner
Looking like I don't care
Do you want to crucify my feelings with your fingernails?
And leave the loneliest boy in the western world
Cruising the streets for an ice cream girl
I feel like a shady politician
Trying to sell a broken-down car
To a sleeping virgin princess
You know that's not what you are
Do I have to feel this small
Before you'll play ball?
Maybe I lack sophistication
Maybe a little unrefined
So my credit ain't too good
Well, can't a dollar love a dime?
You won't give me your number
You won't give me your time
I'm standing on the corner
And there's still no sign
Do you want to crucify my feelings with your fingernails?
And leave the loneliest boy in the western world
Cruising the streets for an ice cream girl
You look so good when you're depressed
Better even in your current state of undress
Tears caressing me like rain
And I'm not even thinking, I feel fine
In your pain
The coolest thing I ever saw
You were sitting there smoking my cigarettes
You were naked on the bare stone floor
You looked at me to say don't guess
I was only watching, guess I love you more
Undressed
Is it really such a sin?
Should I feel some kind of shame?
Will I truly go to hell?
You never lock the bathroom door
Should I be embarrassed when I've seen a hundred times before
How do married couples cope?
Should I say excuse me darling?
I don't know
We could disconnect the telephone
And just sit around and mess around
And tell your ma we went to Rome
Tennessee
And I'm not even drinking, I feel fine
Scary..
Is it really such a sin?
Should I feel some kind of shame?
Will I truly go to hell?
The coolest thing I ever saw
You were sitting there smoking my cigarettes
You were naked on the bare stone floor
You looked at me to say don't guess
I was only watching, is it bad that I should love you best
Undressed?
I love to see you in your sweater girl
I love you in your high top boots
I love to see you in your sweater girl
Love to see you walking that cute
I love to see you in your leopard skin
Love your lipstick on my sheets
And I love to see you in your alligator shoes
Reciting to me my poetry, I really do but
I hate to see you, baby, doing that stuff
I love you baby when you bite my ear
I don't worry about your uptown geek
And I love you baby don't you bite your lip
Because it's me you talk to in your sleep
I hate to see you, baby, doing that stuff
I love to see you in your sweater girl
Love your alligator chic
Et j'aime te voir dans ton Christian LaCroix
But I hate to see you walking my street, but
I hate to see you, baby, doing that stuff
Well, it used to be everything was fine
Everything I saw was mine
All I had to do was write it down
You'd just be there with your perfect frown
I made up my mind
I traded holy water for cheap wine
And I ran out of time
It used to be everything was fine
Everything I saw was mine
One fine day, you might say
That I threw it all away
Because I made up my mind
I traded holy water for cheap wine
And I ran out of time
Or something that I can't define
I traded my whiskey for your wine
Leaving my river running dry
And a waterline
You might say I wasted my time
You might say, well, I don't mind
I ran out of time
Or something that I can't define
I traded holy water for cheap wine
Leaving my river running dry
Leaving just a waterline
Shirley, I'll love you 'til I drop
And on and on and never to stop
The way I see it it's sad to say it but it's true
You're gonna be all that I need
So sad to see us
Looking so rusty
There must be more to life than this
Or we'd be mercy killing us
The last train's leaving, there's nothing left
Except to confess to love and happiness
The way I see it it's sad to say it but it's true
you're gonna be all that I need
So sad, sad to see us
Looking so rusty
There must be more to life than this
Or we'd be mercy killing us
Whisling pat the graveyard
Love me do