and disco sound And skinny girls who drink champagne And take me on their knees again Then pull me up and out the door Past railway cars and tranny whores And morning
Have you seen the little pieces of the people we have been? Little pieces blowing gently on the wind They have flown down California They have landed
come on all you cowboys, All you blue-eyed baby boys, Oh come on all you dashing gentlemen of summer, I'll wait for you where Saturday's a memory, And Sunday
I'm always thinking Of someone new I'm never sitting Ok with you There's always something else on my mind There's always something I can't find You
to be alone Fear I might lose my composure without warning I am a child of fire I am a lion I have desires And I was born inside the sun this morning
Dancing like the nights are down in Nashville But I seem to know the ghosts who like to run I got a call to go to a late night picture show So I traded
Wasted time running scared When all a love needs is to be believed in All those Springs come and gone Past like trains and boxcars leaving But I would
A picture of Amsterdam Bare trees under glass Framed in the afternoon light Of a winter long past When I was a raiser To Dublin I'd roam She was a bareback
t got the reasons Just make up any reasons Then pick them 'til they're torn Take it all away You took your coat today But they all go back in the morning
falling Out of the sun She sees me falling A line of spotlights And chalk lines Through night black As a bedroom And white as a lie (Chorus) Diving through the dark While the night
electric and time is a number that rests on a wall And nobody knows me my friends and my family are as far from this city as Washington Square So cover this warm night
you baby If you think you need to go If you wanted to be free There's just one thing you need to know And that's that you can't count on me I'm
do anything at all You think that you can do without me But I don't believe in Sundays And I don't believe in anything at all I don't believe in Sunday
Well you know I don't like you but you wanna be my friend Well, there are bodies on the ceiling and they're fluttering their wings It's ok I'm angry
I'm always thinking of someone new I'm never sitting, okay with you There's always something else on my mind There's always something I can't find You
now Oh, can you see me? I am one in a million I am Icarus falling Out of the sun Could you see me falling a line of Spotlights and jackknife Through night
Come on, all you cowboys, all you blue-eyed baby boy Oh, come on, all you dashing gentlemen of summer I'll wait for you where Saturday's a memory And Sunday