Intro :
Back in the old folky d ays
The air was m agic when we p layed
The river boat was rocking in the r ain
Midnight was the t ime for the raid
Oh Isabella, Proud Isabella
They tore you down and plowed you under
You're only real with your make-up on
How could I see you and st ay too long
All along the Navaho T rail
Burn-outs stub their t oes on garbage p ails
Waitresses crying in the rain
Will their boyfriends pass this way a gain ?
Oh Mother Goose, she's on the skids
Sure ain't happy neither are the kids
She needs someone that she can scream at
And I'm such at heel f or making her so bad
I guess I'll call it sickness g one
It's hard to say the m eaning to this s ong
An ambulance can only go so f ast
It's easy to get b uried in the p ast
When you try to make a good thing la st
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I saw today, in the entertainment section
There's room at the top for private detection
To Mom and Dad this j ust doesn't matter
But it's either that or p ay off the kidnappers
So all you critics sit al one
You're no better than me for what you've s hown
With your stomach pump and your hook and ladder dr eams
We could get toge ther for some s cenes
Well I'm up in T.O. keepin'jive alive
and out on the corner it's half past five
But the subways are empty and so are the cafes
Except for the Farmer's Market an d I can still hear him sayin'
"You're all just pissin'in the wi nd
You don't know it but you a re"
And there ain't nothing like a f riend
Who can tell you you're just pi ssin'in the w ind
I never knew a man could tell so many lies
he had a different story for every set of eyes
How can he remember w ho he's talking to ?
Cause I know it ain't me an d I hope it isn't you
