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Didn't go to work at all
Couldn't even make the call
Skipped payments on my truck
Grabbed my last hundred bucks
And bought you a pretty dress
But still you're not impressed

I'm sinking down on your love

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

Here she comes down the street
Mountain high and river deep

They say you got a chemical heart
To try to prove it different is the hardest part
They say it's on the tip of your tongue
You've been making up excuses since you were young

I don't wanna be your babysitter
I don't wanna be your five a.m.
I don't wanna be your Jake LaMotta

Do you really wanna know
I'm packing up my bags and getting out
People try to tell me what it's all about
I'm talking to the girls on the avenue
With nothing to lose

Do you really wanna know
All the way from Hollywood

A new generation and the whole world's shakin'
We were born in flames, maiden names
Suburban homes, make your bones
Bit your lip, take the fifth
Know your rights, it's your life now
Don't let them take you down
It's a beautiful day
Don't let them take you down

That's the way you know the story goes
Between euphoria and the afterglow
I don't believe in what the good book says
I close my eyes and then I go to bed

With funny memories and a broken nose
Lots of baggage and not much clothes
The shrink the gypsy the poet the priest

I was taking time on the North Beach line again
Now I'm coming clean and I got nowhere to go
I was there yesterday, you don't like my call
Things are so hard to say when you don't belong

Crystal highway, middle of the night again
Waiting on some friends
This is how it ends

There's a girl smoking cigarettes
looks like you, she looks like you
There's a feeling that I can't forget
Coming through
Baby blue

Well they tore another building down
It's nothing new

Saturday night everybody's dressed up
Having fun until you show up
With your war stories bout how it all sucks
That nobody wants to hear
We heard it before

Like a pill that's hard to swallow but I keep it close
Like a song that I forgot the words

I'm eating dirt and it doesn't hurt and I'm wrong again
It's the same old situation
My back is broke and the girl is gone and I'm up in smoke
It's the same old situation
With a dollar dance and a lonely laugh and a heart of glass
It's the same old situation
With the saddest song and a pretty face all around the world
It's the same old situation

We sing along, to broken song
We work all week, in double speak
We celebrate like strangers

I can make it happen
I can make it happen
Little Star

You never knew me cause you never were around
Lost in a memory doesn't mean much to me now
You gave me a name and the blood in my veins

But you, you never had time for me
Whoever you are
It's true
Slipping through Society

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
Putting on the panties and the lipstick

Out of my mind again
I walked down to the Hudson
I don't know what to do sometimes

My little life won't go away easy
My little time is all that I got
I wake up each day and go through the motions
All that I want is something I'm not

I think I saw the lights in all the houses
I think I heard the last of your goodbyes
I thought about the songs of stolen summers
That live in promises in our time

Call me a cab for the last plane to tomorrow
Waiting down here for something all my life
Send my regards never been over the rainbow

You say you want a revolution
Something you can touch
Like an age old contradiction
With alcohol and lust

And all the things you have are broken
And you can't go back if they've moved
From dysfunction to this function

Meet me at Angelica's for the final scene
In black and white Helvetica, you found the Village Green
Doctor or doctrine, mirror or mirage
Stockholm syndrome metaphor, blame it all on mom

I thought about our conversation as it played back in my head
I think I had a revelation, I'm sick of calling on the dead

The Harlem mammas they are laughing
They call me punk rock think they're cute
The pizza boys they keep on starin'
I guess they finally made it off their stoop

I don't even know and I don't even care
Oh yeah
Since I've been hanging round

We never got a break
We live with our mistakes
Just icing on the cake and some cold heartbreak
Sentimental kids
With movies in our heads
We never figured out why she had to go

Keep on shining down on my life

Calling Mrs. America
Have you heard
She's out in California writing spoken word
Moved in with her parents
Gave the kid away
She broke needle now she can't play

Last year's girl

Coming down on the seventh day
I'm burnin' in the rhythm of life
You dig a ditch like a working stiff
And it all goes passing you by

Well come on, everybody's got a lot to say
Come on, when you want to blow it all away
Come on, right now I can't feel no pain

Wendy left me all alone
No postcard or telephone
Wintertime down by the beach
In a jukebox bar way out of reach

She liked Tom Waits and the poet's hat
Sixties Kinks and Kerouac
Through the night her taillights fade

Wake up with your sad luck story, oh somebody got murdered
Wake up from your paths of glory, oh nobody you'd heard of
Wake up from your bad dreams and lay them on the table
You're the last of a dying breed
And no stranger to the street

When you're young and you run and you're burning like a star
And it's fun and it's done and it leaves you with a scar