I see raincoats and newspapers Cowboy boots And reflected in a window on a train I see you again Very brief in the night Between the stations A passing town Was illuminating a face I saw you Again
Who will be at Sanssouci tonight?,
The boys that made me lose the blues tonight, and then my eyesight,
All together, playing games of cards,
Gambling the tiny shards of brass, once my heart.
Hard to hold, cold to touch, Fall to pieces, treat the rush, In hindsight, with prime time talk. All your pain will end here. Let the doctor soothe your brain, dear.
Love when you can
Cry when you have to
Be who you must
That’s a part of the plan
Await your arrival
With simple survival
And one day we’ll all understand...
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