Standing Outside A Broken Phone Booth With Money In My Hand
Jan lays down and wrestles in her sleep Moonlight spills on comic books And superstars in magazines An old friend calls and tells us where to meet Her plane takes off from Baltimore And touches down on Bourbon Street We sit outside and argue all night long About a god we've never seen But never fails to side with me Sunday comes and all the papers say Ma Teresa's joined the mob And happy with her full time job Do do do do doo do...Do do do do doo do... Do do do do doo do...Do do do do doo do... Do do do do doo do...Do do do do doo do... Do do do do doo do...Do do do do doo do... I've been downhearted baby, I've been down--I've been downhearted baby, Ever since the day we met Ever since the day we met I've been downhearted baby, I've been down--I've been downhearted baby, Ever since the day we met Ever since the day we met Am I alive or thoughts that drift away? Does summer come for everyone? Can humans do as prophets say?...