Back in the old folky days
The air was magic when we played.
The riverboat was rockin' in the rain,
Midnight was the time for the raid.
How could I see you and stay too long?
They tore you down and plowed you under.
Oh, Isabela, proud Isabela,
BurnYou're only real with your makeAll along the Navaho Trail,
Waitresses are cryin' in the rain,
Will their boyfriends pass this way again?
The shoe ain't happy, neither are the kids.
Oh, Mother Goose, she's on the skids,
And I'm such a heel for makin' her feel so bad.
She needs someone that she can scream at,
It's hard to say the meaning of this song.
I guess I'll call it sickness gone,
An ambulance can only go so fast,
When you try to make a good thing last.
It's easy to get buried in the past
I saw today in the entertainment section There's room at the top for private detection.
To Mom and Dad this just doesn't matter,
So all you critics sit alone,
But it's either that or pay off the kidnapper.
You're no better than me for what you've shown.
With your stomach pump and your hook and ladder dreams We could get together for some scenes.
I never knew a man could tell so many lies,
He had a diff'rent story for ev'ry set of eyes.
'Cause I know it ain't me, and I hope it isn't you. Well, I'm up in T.O. keepin' jive alive,
How can he remember who he's talkin' to?
And out on the corner it's half past five.
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