Back in the old folky daysThe air was magic when we played.The riverboat was rockin` in the rainMidnight was the time for the raid.Oh, Isabela, proud Isabela,They tore you down and plowed you under.You`re only real with your make-up onHow could I see you and stay too long?All along the Navajo Trail,Burn-outs stub their toes on garbage pails.Waitresses are cryin` in the rainWill their boyfriends pass this way again?Oh, Mother Goose, she`s on the skidsSure ain`t happy, neither are the kids.She needs someone that she can scream atAnd I`m such a heel for makin` her feel so bad. I guess I`ll call it sickness goneIt`s hard to say the meaning of this song.An ambulance can only go so fastIt`s easy to get buried in the pastWhen you try to make a good thing last.I saw today in the entertainment sectionThere`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 kidnapper.So all you critics sit aloneYou`re no better than me for what you`ve shown.With your stomach pump and your hook and ladder dreamsWe could get together for some scenes.I never knew a man could tell so many liesHe had a different story for every set of eyes.How can he remember who he`s talkin` to?`Cause I know it ain`t me, and I hope it isn`t you.Well, I`m up in T.O. keepin` jive alive,And out on the corner it`s half past five.But the subways are emptyAnd so are the cafes.Except for the Farmer`s MarketAnd I still can hear him say:You`re all just pissin` in the windYou don`t know it but you are.And there ain`t nothin` like a friendWho can tell you you`re just pissin` in the wind.I never knew a man could tell so many liesHe had a different story for every set of eyesHow can he remember who he`s talking to?Cause I know it ain`t me, and hope it isn`t you.
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