everyone's asleep in the hotel cotton beds everyone's awake in the houses uptown but we still had that place where we kept all our clothes and called it home until the day we watched it decompose
and this is all we've got plaid shirts and opened drawers or old men in movie theatres thinking about their lives i don't know just what to do when i see them cry and i wonder if they're all alone and how do they get by
and will i end up like them
i could drink this coffee until i lose my nerves but it won't help me understand my fear of being awake so i'll retreat to the mountains where no one can see me climb and i will be alone, i'll be alone, i'll be just fine
so pour the sand out of your shoes and wash your dirty hair no money coney island blues we haven't even been thereTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.