Although I've been away so many lonely nights,
You know I'm back today,
I'm back to stay in your arms.
And though I've been around and lived the life I said I loved,
You know without you,
Honey, all I do is worth nothing
And girlie, don't cry for me...
Well I wish I could think of some cliche to mouth
To make our parting seem less sad.
But if I told you lies, or promised you the moon,
The truth would come tricklin' from my eyes.
So run honey run, and hide in the wind;
And never stop to look inside your mind.
Did you hear a story about Cocaine Lill?
She had a cocaine house on a cocaine hill.
She had a cocaine dog and a cocaine cat,
She even had a cocaine rat.
And it's all around my brain...
Now woman, don't you feel sad when you see your life go round
And you realise you've been drinking all of your years like wine?
You're gambling with time and you know you just can't win,
But still you feel that somehow you've just got to keep on trying.
And woman, it's your heart, I hear crying...
In a foreign city once again,
You waved weekly in the night.
The early sun of London morning
Burned the darkness with unanswered light.
But morning found you crying;
Waiting for a woman
Where she left you in an empty state of mind,
Waiting not for her but for relief from passing time.
Oh Sandy Grey, are you going away?
Leave me a message before parting.
Time has changed you and the things that pain you
Are the things you think of as you're starting.
If you want to ride a rainbow, come with me,
I will take you to the magic purple sea.
Maybe we will find a thousand sugar fish;
When you eat them they will grant your every wish.
And if you want your friends to come,
Then bring them all along...
Seven roses appear in my sight,
Shining like black stars in the night.
And around them, drops of diamond water float
While between them, on his horse,
My friend the devil rode.
Lived on a houseboat when I was young
Very young, oh so young
Every Tuesday, I would feed all the swans
In the sun, oh such fun
Then one day a man was seen
Chugging along on his river machine
It was a boat...
You climbed on the train,
The window rolled on,
So did the tear.
And seeing you cry
Was like the very first time, when we parted
In the dews and dusty streets.
