| Back in the old folky days
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| The air was magic when we played.
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| The riverboat was rockin in the rain
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| Midnight was the time for the raid.
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| Oh, isabela, proud isabela,
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| They tore you down and plowed you under.
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| Youre only real with your make-up on How could I see you and stay too long?
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| All along the navajo trail,
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| Burn-outs stub their toes on garbage pails.
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| Waitresses are cryin in the rain
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| Will their boyfriends pass this way again?
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| Oh, mother goose, shes on the skids
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| Sure aint happy, neither are the kids.
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| She needs someone that she can scream at And Im such a heel for makin her feel so bad.
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| I guess Ill call it sickness gone
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| Its hard to say the meaning of this song.
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| An ambulance can only go so fast
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| Its easy to get buried in the past
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| When you try to make a good thing last.
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| I saw today in the entertainment section
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| Theres room at the top for private detection.
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| To mom and dad this just doesnt matter,
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| But its either that or pay off the kidnapper.
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| So all you critics sit alone
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| Youre no better than me for what youve shown.
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| With your stomach pump and your hook and ladder dreams
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| We could get together for some scenes.
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| I never knew a man could tell so many lies
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| He had a different story for every set of eyes.
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| How can he remember who hes talkin to?
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| cause I know it aint me, and I hope it isnt you.
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| Well, Im up in t.o. |
| keepin jive alive,
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| And out on the corner its half past five.
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| But the subways are empty
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| And so are the cafes.
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| Except for the farmers market
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| And I still can hear him say:
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| Youre all just pissin in the wind
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| You dont know it but you are.
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| And there aint nothin like a friend
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| Who can tell you youre just pissin in the wind.
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| I never knew a man could tell so many lies
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| He had a different story for every set of eyes
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| How can he remember who hes talking to?
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| Cause I know it aint me, and hope it isnt you. |