Turning all the night time into the day

Like a Bowery bum when he finally understands the bottle's empty and there's nothing left

You always were a Judas but I got you anyway

I shoulda learn to play the guitar

But it's written in the starlight and every line in your palm

Mother Mary your children are slaughtered

And now I'm sick of joking

Maybe he could talk about the tricks of the trade

On a night when the lazy wind is wailing around the Cutty Sark

And yes her jeans are tight now

And an old guitar is all he can afford

Seems like the boy is bound to roam

You're pulling out before you get burned

Lost and lonely every way

You had your head on my shoulder you had your hand in my hair

And what have you got at the end of the day?

They wanna have a war to keep us on our knees

And your new Romeo was just a Gigolo

Like the Spanish city to me when we were kids

I can't do anything except be in love with you

And she was made in heaven

So far from home don't you think of me sometime

I wanna give don't wanna be blocked

And the businessmen who drive in their Mercedes Benz

Sometimes you're the windshield

Let me know one way or the other

I don't care if my liver is hanging by a thread

He's a part of heaven's plan and he talks to me

Now meeting new people at the disco

It was the first day of summer