Oh, the city was changing The cigarette hit the spot Oh, a simple distraction From to have and have not And the radio went silent And all our heroes
Coming down on a Monday, another work day When I saw her the first time She tapped her nails on my window She said, "Lets go", and we left it all behind
I was thinking about another time Still in my mind Well, I used to know a little girl High on this world Your baby loves you more than you know Raised
Steven?s selling Marijuana Uptown to the primadonnas Medicate the counterculture 9/11 baby boom Paulie?s waiting to retire Smoking like a forest fire
Calls him daddy, calls him man Another girl that they call Britney Johnny sits and mans the phones From the corner, he'll come get you She wakes in the
Oh, well, I had super heroes Silver patroned saints I've seen the movie I even made that face I been building it up and tearing it down And doing it
Some might wake up in a doorway Some live in mansions, sick and sad Some decay without the glory And never realize what they had I'm not wasting away
When my high top sneakers hit the ground On the run from heavens' hand me downs I want to see your face When I fall from grace, baby Hold me close in
I am the swingin' man, perpetually on the lam Free as a bird or the girls in Amsterdam Yellow taxi ride, hey, I never exercise The devil when I speak
I was that kid in the picture Lost in the green grass and blue skies Gimme a scene on the silver screen Buy me a beer or a love supreme I'm happy the
God, what a mess, on the ladder of success Take a first step and miss the whole first rung Dreams unfulfilled, graduate unskilled It beats pickin' cotton
A new generation, now my whole world shakin' We were born in flames, maiden names Suburban homes, make your bones Bite your lip, take the fifth Know
We sing along to broken songs We work all week in double speak We celebrate like strangers I can make it happen I can make it happen Little star When
When the rain came down In this northern town It was a banner year In the world of fear I'd have thought I?d drop you a line Since you?re in love Hope
I've got a message Oh, as I was told Summer's fadin' And California seems so cold Lucinda, Lucinda A child of the water Lucinda, Lucinda A child of the
Marilyn's queen of the scene In a humble abode, by the bowling green Marilyn, she collects names With picture profile, computer games to hang on In the
