With your mercury mouth in the missionary times Your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes And your silver cross and your voice like chimes Who do they think could bury you?
With your pockets well protected at last And your streetcar visions which you place on the grass And your flesh like silk and your face like glass Who could they get to ever carry you?
Sad eyed lady of the lowlands Where the sad eyed prophet say that, "No man comes" My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums Should I leave them by your gate? Or sad eyed lady, should I wait?
With your sheets like metal and your belt like lace And your deck of cards missing the jack and the ace And your basement clothes and your hollow face Who among them to think he could outguess you?
With your silhouette when the sunlight dims Into your eyes where the moonlight swims And your match-book songs and your gypsy hymns Who among them would try to impress you?
Sad eyed lady of the lowlands Where the sad eyed prophet say that, "No man comes" My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums Should I leave them by your gate? Or sad eyed lady, should I wait?
The kings of Tyrus with their convict list Are waiting in line for their geranium kiss And you wouldn't know, it would happen like this But who among them really wants just to kiss you
With your childhood flames on your midnight rug And your Spanish manners and your mother's drugs And your cowboy mouth and your curfew plugs Who among them do you think could resist you?
Sad eyed lady of the lowlands Where the sad eyed prophet say that, "No man comes" My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums Should I leave them by your gate? Or sad eyed lady, should I wait?
he farmers and the businessmen, they all did decide To show you the dead angels that they used to hide But why did they pick you to sympathize with their side? How could they ever mistake you?
They wished you'd accepted the blame for the farm But with the sea at your feet and the phony false alarm And with the child of a hoodlum wrapped up in your arms How could they ever, ever persuade you?
Sad eyed lady of the lowlands Where the sad eyed prophet say that, "No man comes" My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums Should I leave them by your gate? Or sad eyed lady, should I wait?
With your sheet metal memory of Cannery Row And your magazine husband who one day just had to go And your gentleness now which you just can't help but show Who among them do you think would employ you?
Now you stand with your thief, you're on his parole With your holy medallion in your fingers now that rolls And your saintlike face and your ghostlike soul Who among them could ever think he could destroy you?
Sad eyed lady of the lowlands Where the sad eyed prophet say that, "No man comes" My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums Should I leave them by your gate? Or sad eyed lady, should I wait?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
