So it started with the immigration information bore
You gotta know
Gambling floor, then to the
S T U D I O 54
You gotta go

Now we're leaving L A S Vegas two times
Crazy horse too spent us dry
Vietnam vet taxi ride
L A S Vegas

So parted at the ground floor, front door, car hire room for four
We gotta go
Rambling slow then to the LA marquis all the imitation folk
We gotta go.

Wish I could lie in the sun
The same things as anyone
Wish I could lie down there
With my feet, high in the air

I'd have a drink in my hand
Read words from a newspaper stand
Wish I could lie in the sun
Wish I could fly like everyone

Same things as anyone
Same things as anyone

But you burn me up you paint my skin
In bad designs that ain't even in

My skin's crawling up the wall

You line them up
Look at your shoes
You hang names on your wall
Then you shoot them all

You fly around in planes
That bring you down
To meet me who loves you, like
Me crashing to the ground

Are you so lonely
Don't even know me
But you'd like to stone me

Mr Writer, why don't you tell it like it is
Why don't you tell it like it really is
Before you go on home

I used to treat you right

I'd like to know what it's all about
What's out there
Am I gonna get old and laugh
About something
Will I get me a boy or a girl
Or not either
Will I get what I want from this world
I'm a day dreamer

Then I watch the old couple dance
Step on my old size nines and I'll take you 'round

I'd like to know what you're all about
What's up there
Are you gonna get old and laugh
Without a care

San Francisco Bay
Past pier thirty nine
Early p.m.
Can't remember what time
Got the waiting cab
Stopped at the red light
Address, unsure of
But it turned out just right

It started straight off
"Coming here is hell"
That's his first words
We asked what he meant
He said " where ya' from"
We told him our lot
"When ya' take a holiday
Is this what you want"

So have a nice day
Have a nice day

You asked me so where have you been
Let me think now let me see
I stood once where Hitlers feet
had stood when he made his speech
In Nuremburg in thirty eight
When he tried to build the perfect race
He said black man ain't gonna run
Alongside our perfect sons

There was Dallas too, the library
The place they ended Kennedy
We stood where Oswald took his shot
In my opinion there's a bigger plot

I'd just like to say
I remember the day
I first woke with you

Some days I have to admit
The way we happened to meet
Was strange 'cos it was new

Not drinking no more
Not drinking no less
Not sleeping at all
Never in the same bed
Undressed at the bar
Engraved bench in the park
We'd watch them fly Sundays

Fly birds round my head again
Laughed at the words you said
I pushed the boat back to you

I drive a truck, it carries money
And everyday, I dream up my fantasies
Yesterday, I bought my beach house
A little place just off the coast of France
Everyday, I think of money
Everyday, I think of running
I love my truck, I love my family
Stacked in the back, the good life surrounds me
Could tie my right hand man
And put him some place
Then I'd ditch the truck
And buy a new face

Maybe one thing
Maybe something
Maybe nothing
All I know is friend
It's nothing new

Maybe it's me
What is to be
Maybe lucky
All I ask is where
We're s'posed to be

I give a lot
I take a lot
It's nothing new to me

Maybe you've grown
Am I so wrong
How long's too long
All I want is us to be happy

Maybe moving
Always proving
Am I losing
All that's meant to be
That's meant to be

Ya hear a lot

Seven day holiday in the rain, it's June
At the time we were plain old me and you
It didn't matter that the sky came down
I never really felt like going out
Seven days watching rain inside with you

Saturday watched the game you fried our food
Nothing busy nothing easy but something you
It didn't matter that we couldn't eat out
My ship sank and my shoes were damp

Standing on a rooftop
Trying to clear my mind
I only came up to look
But now there's such a crowd

I don't feel that bad
Can't help but laugh
And they cry out
They say jump and I say how high

I feel my body blowing
From every side to side
My mind can't help but knowing...
What it feels like to fly

I don't feel that bad
Can't help but laugh
But they cry out
They say jump and I say how high

Ever seen a blind man cross the road
trying to make the other side
Ever seen a young girl growing old
trying to make herself a bride

So what becomes of you my love
When they have finally stripped you of
The handbags and the gladrags
That your poor old Grandad had to sweat to buy you

Once I was a young man
and all I thought I had to do was smile
Well you are still a young girl