A building filled with a hundred rooms, looms overhead Behind the glass and curtains, a million lovers beds They bulldozed that old beerjoint where we drank for free They put a hotel on the skyline where O. Henry's used to be
Four thousand days ago in a flood of summer rays These are streets I know back from the golden age
It was dark as night at the crack of noon, Lucky Strikes and gin The sun goes down, the clock goes round, oh to be twenty one again Dominoes, the stories go, onto another round Another day, bills to pay, til the Hilton tore it down
Four thousand days ago in a flood of summer rays These are streets I know back from the golden age
Sunglasses mask a passing glance as the light begins to fade Wind blows trash across the street like a mardi gras parade Staggering like a harlequin I drank at every bar Finally found my way to sleep in the backseat of my car
Four thousand days ago in a flood of summer rays These are streets I know back from the golden ageTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
