And this one's for Troy To whom I gave a quick handjob Through the driver's side window of an SUV On a cool spring night at 9:30 PM I didn't know him, he didn't know me And when a police cruiser drifted by I said I'd have to see him some other time And I never did, and I never will And I can remember his rough kiss still Lord come close to the broken-hearted Stub out your cigarette and come close to me
And this one's for Stephen Who stands out on Belmont most days With a trench coat and a bottle of booze And I'm amazed at the way that he phrased it When he asked if I had any love he could use He wanted to kiss me, I gave him my hand He offered me a drink, I said, "Sorry, I can't" Lord be close to the broken-hearted Stub out your cigarette and come close to me
The desperate ones don't disappear We're all still hanging around And what do your rainbows do? What do your bright flags do? What do your rainbows do here on the ground?
And if you still pray with the shawl or the beads Or the little black boxes on leather straps Or if you don't even know where your wandering heart goes When you lie in your room in the dark on your back Let me know what you find deep inside there If there's room for a freak with no place to hide there Be close to the broken-hearted Put out your cigarette, honey, come close to meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
