You're probably right, seen from your side, that I have been lucky.
But I've been meaning to crack all week.
Yes I've been involved, it never resolved into anything shocking.
And pain's playing yo-yo in my body as we speak.
And now I found something to look for, but I can't decide,
'Cause I might find that to stroll behind is better than to score.
Just like I did before.
It wouldn't be true, not towards you, to say that I'm staying.
When on every single impulse, on every other move I react.
Cause in any old creek, with changing technique, you'll see me playing.
And after any old mother-fucking blow I'll be back.

We turned away from instant stuff
Our cracking codes were breaking up
Our words were sucked out, it made them clean.
And after lowness say it,
And after more let it be known
Our codes are grown into something mean.

You're probably right, as for tonight, you're making me nervous.
What is it you want me to be thinking of ?
I'll put on a movie, I'll play something groovy as a matter of service.
And I'll chuckle when you smile as a matter of love.
And you know it's not my style to be giving up now.
This pain in my side, I had enough.

This time I go for instant street
This life's a soulless excuse for all abuse and parenthesis.
The fly-specked windows and the stinking lobbies
They'll remain all the same, all the same.

This time I go, this time I go,............

"This elevator only takes one down", she said,
"this place, this hotel lounge
it's my daily bread...
but I'm underfed"

He asked:
"are you living in the night?
cause I can tell you have a lousy imagination
and as a matter of speaking
I hate this situation...
but it happens to be one of my pickin'"

"Cause it's so hard
to keep the dream alive
Cause if it all comes down to this
how will..."

You move me, you move me
You move me around around, I guess
Take it back your analogue
It's on the other side of this

Cause if it all comes down to this
how will...

And then she said:
"and have another cigarette"
I tend to forget
And hoisted the flag
but it keeps hanging down

"You know this place, this hotel lounge
It's my life, it's my choice
And I'm in love
with Ricky Lee Jones' voice"

Cause it's so hard
to keep the dream alive
And if it all comes down to this
how will...

You move me, you move me
You move me around around, I guess
Take it back your analogue
It's on the other side of this

How will glamour survive?

And if it all comes down to this...

"This elevator only takes one down", she said,
"this place in this same old town"

Do you see that man
in the left-hand corner
Do you see that woman
their love-story's famous