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Intro :
Back in the old folky days
The air was magic when we played
The river boat was rocking in the rain
Midnight was the time for the raid
Oh Isabella Proud Isabella
They tore you down and plowed you under
You're only real with your make-up on
How could I see you and stay too long
All along the Navaho Trail
Burn-outs stub their toes on garbage pails
Waitresses crying in the rain
Will their boyfriends pass this way again ?
Oh Mother Goose she's on the skids
Sure ain't happy neither are the kids
She needs someone that she can scream at
And I'm such at heel for making her so bad
I guess I'll call it sickness gone
It's hard to say the meaning to this song
An ambulance can only go so fast
It's easy to get buried in the past
When you try to make a good thing last
(x3)
I saw today in the entertainment section
There's room at the top for private detection
To Mom and Dad this just doesn't matter
But it's either that or pay off the kidnappers
So all you critics sit alone
You're no better than me for what you've shown
With your stomach pump and your hook and ladder dreams
We could get together for some scenes
Well I'm up in T.O. keepin'jive alive
and out on the corner it's half past five
But the subways are empty and so are the cafes
Except for the Farmer's Market and I can still hear him sayin'
"You're all just pissin'in the wind
You don't know it but you are"
And there ain't nothing like a friend
Who can tell you you're just pissin'in the wind
I never knew a man could tell so many lies
he had a different story for every set of eyes
How can he remember who he's talking to ?
Cause I know it ain't me and I hope it isn't you
