The last time I saw Richard was Detroit in '68,
And he told me all romantics meet the same fate someday
Cynical and drunk and boring someone in some dark cafe
They're full of moon
You laugh, he said you think you're immune, go look at your eyes
You like roses and kisses and pretty men to tell you
All those pretty lies, pretty lies
When you gonna realise they're only pretty lies He put a quarter in the Wurlitzer, and he pushed
Only pretty lies, just pretty lies
Three buttons and the thing began to whirr
And she said "Drink up now it's gettin' on time to close."
And a bar maid came by in fishnet stockings and a bow tie
It's just that now you're romanticizing some pain that's in your head
"Richard, you haven't really changed," I said
You punched are dreaming
You got tombs in your eyes, but the songs
Listen, they sing of love so sweet, love so sweet
Oh and love can be so sweet, love so sweet
Richard got married to a figure skater
When you gonna get yourself back on your feet? And he drinks at home now most nights with the TV on
And he bought her a dishwasher and a Coffee percolator
And all the house lights left up bright
I'm gonna blow this damn candle out
I don't want Nobody comin' over to my table
I got nothing to talk to anybody about
Hidin' behind bottles in dark cafes
All good dreamers pass this way some day
Dark cafes
And fly away
Only a phase, these dark cafe daysOnly a dark cocoon before I get my gorgeous wings.
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