I'm always thinking of someone new I'm never sitting, okay with you There's always something else on my mind There's always something I can't find You
now Oh, can you see me? I am one in a million I am Icarus falling Out of the sun Could you see me falling a line of Spotlights and jackknife Through night
Come on, all you cowboys, all you blue-eyed baby boy Oh, come on, all you dashing gentlemen of summer I'll wait for you where Saturday's a memory And Sunday
Dancing like the nights are down in Nashville But I seem to know the ghosts who like to run I got a call to go to a late night picture show So I traded
A picture of Amsterdam Bare trees under glass Framed in the gray and white afternoon light Of a winter long past When I was a riser To Dublin I'd roam
got the reasons Just make up any reasons And pick it ?til it's torn Take it all away You took your coat today But they all go back in the morning Make
do anything at all You think that you can do without me But I don't believe in Sundays And I don't believe in anything at all I don't believe in Sundays
And time is a number that rests on a wall And nobody knows me, my friends and my family Are as far from this city as Washington Square So cover this warm night
Have you seen the little pieces of the people we have been? Little pieces blowing gently on the wind They have flown down California, they have landed
have to be alone I fear I might lose composure without warning I am a child of fire, I am a lion I have desires and I was born inside the sun this morning
Wasted time running scared When all of love needs is to be believed in All those springs come and gone Passed like trains and box cars, leaving But I
You know I don't like you but you wanna be my friend There are bodies on the ceiling and they're fluttering their wings It's okay, I'm angry but you'll
There's just one thing you'll need to know And that's that you can't count on me Aw, you can't count on me No, you can't count on me
disco sounds And skinny girls who drink champagne Then they take me on their knees again And pull me up and out the door Past railway cars and tranny-whores And mornings
and disco sound And skinny girls who drink champagne And take me on their knees again Then pull me up and out the door Past railway cars and tranny whores And morning
Have you seen the little pieces of the people we have been? Little pieces blowing gently on the wind They have flown down California They have landed
come on all you cowboys, All you blue-eyed baby boys, Oh come on all you dashing gentlemen of summer, I'll wait for you where Saturday's a memory, And Sunday
I'm always thinking Of someone new I'm never sitting Ok with you There's always something else on my mind There's always something I can't find You