Elope with me Miss Private and we’ll sail around the world I will be your Ferdinand and you my wayward girl How many nights of talking in hotel rooms can you take? How many nights of limping round on pagan holidays? Oh elope with me in private and we’ll set something ablaze A trail for the devil to erase San Francisco’s calling us, the Giants and Mets will play Piazza, New York catcher, are you straight or are you gay? We hung about the stadium, we’ve got no place to stay We hung about the tenderloin and tenderly you tell About the saddest ending of a book you ever had to read The statue’s crying too and well he may I love you I’ve a drowning grip on your adoring face I love you my responsibility has found a place Beside you and strong warnings in the guise of gentle words Come wave upon me from the wider family net absurd “You’ll take care of her, I know it, you will do a better job” Maybe, but not what she deserves Elope with me Miss Private and we’ll drink ourselves awake We’ll taste the coffee houses and award certificates A privy seal to keep the feel of 1960 style We’ll comment on the decor and we’ll help the passer by And at dusk when work is over we’ll continue the debate In a borrowed bedroom virginal and spare The catcher hits for .318 and catches every day The pitcher puts religion first and rests on holidays He goes into cathedrals and lies prostrate on the floor He knows the drink affects his speed he’s praying for a doorway Back into the life he wants and the confession of the bench Life outside the diamond is a wrench I wish that you were here with me to pass the dull weekend I know it wouldn’t come to love, my heroine pretend A lady stepping from the songs we love until this day You’d settle for an epitaph like “Walk Away, Renee” The sun upon the roof in winter will draw you out like a flower Meet you at the statue in an hour Meet you at the statue in an hour
I'm glad to see you I had a funny dream You were wearing funny shoes You were going to a dance You wrer dressed like a punk but you are too young to remember Glad to see you I'm outside the house I'm not thinking well today I've got no energy I'm glad that you are waiting with me Tell me all about your day Breaking off is misery I see a wilderness for you and me Punctuated by philosophy And a wondering how things could've been I'm happy for you You've made it hard for me I counted on your company You are staying with your friends tonight I'm feeling sorry for myself I keep taking everything to be a sign I'm happy for you Now I konw this hurt is poison Too sharp to be bled I'm sitting on my empty bed On my empty bed At night the fever grows it's pounding pounding I'd rather be in Tokyo I'd rather listen to Thin Lizzy-oh Watch the sunday gang in Harajuku There's something wrong with me I'm a cuckoo
Scary moment, lovin' every moment I was high from playig shows We lost singer to her clothes My trouble raised its ugly head I was revealed And I was home in bed I was a kid again Jesus told me, go after every coin like it was the last in the world And protect the wayward child But I'm a little lost sheep I need my Bo Peep I know I need my shepherd here tonight Breaking off is misery I see a wilderness for you and me Punctuated by philosophy And a wondring how things could've been
I'd like to see you But really I should stay away And let you settle down I've got no claims to your crown I was the boss of you And I loved you You konw I loved you It's all over now I was there for you When you are lonely I was there when you were bad I was there when you were sad Now it's my time of need I'm thinking, do I have to plead to get you by my side? I'd rather be in Tokyo I'd rather listen to Thuin Lizzy-oh Watch the Sunday gang in Harajuku There's something wrong with me, I'm a cuckoo
I'm glad to see you I had a funny dream You were wearing funny shoes You were going to a dance You wrer dressed like a punk but you are too young to remember Glad to see you I'm outside the house I'm not thinking well today I've got no energy I'm glad that you are waiting with me Tell me all about your day Breaking off is misery I see a wilderness for you and me Punctuated by philosophy And a wondering how things could've been I'm happy for you You've made it hard for me I counted on your company You are staying with your friends tonight I'm feeling sorry for myself I keep taking everything to be a sign I'm happy for you Now I konw this hurt is poison Too sharp to be bled I'm sitting on my empty bed On my empty bed At night the fever grows it's pounding pounding I'd rather be in Tokyo I'd rather listen to Thin Lizzy-oh Watch the sunday gang in Harajuku There's something wrong with me I'm a cuckoo
Scary moment, lovin' every moment I was high from playig shows We lost singer to her clothes My trouble raised its ugly head I was revealed And I was home in bed I was a kid again Jesus told me, go after every coin like it was the last in the world And protect the wayward child But I'm a little lost sheep I need my Bo Peep I know I need my shepherd here tonight Breaking off is misery I see a wilderness for you and me Punctuated by philosophy And a wondring how things could've been
I'd like to see you But really I should stay away And let you settle down I've got no claims to your crown I was the boss of you And I loved you You konw I loved you It's all over now I was there for you When you are lonely I was there when you were bad I was there when you were sad Now it's my time of need I'm thinking, do I have to plead to get you by my side? I'd rather be in Tokyo I'd rather listen to Thuin Lizzy-oh Watch the Sunday gang in Harajuku There's something wrong with me, I'm a cuckoo
It could have been a brilliant career Painting lines in a school that was too well known Painting lines with a friend that had gone before She challenged everyone to a fight But the prefects all backed down And they ran her out of town Cause she drank and swore and spoke Out of turn, she was the village joke
She had a stroke at the age of 24 It could have been a brilliant career Getting clients to finance her strategies Filling time in on Safeways on Saturday She wears the clothes of an emperor But her paintings are a sham And they`re going for a grand When the dealers come to view Do they ever see the real you?
He had a stroke at the age of 24 It could have been a brilliant career Selling lies to the boys with the old Dansettes Pulling the wool, playing the fool, it`s no wonder that He is dribbling spit tonight And the one he sent away Was the only one who stayed With a spoon and a decent book And you can tell by the way she looks he is sorry and resigned As he wets himself for the final time
And the moment will come when composure returns Put a face on the world, turn your back to the wall And you walk twenty yards with your head in the air Down the Liberty Hill, where the fashion brigade Look with curious eyes on your raggedy way And for once in your life you have nothing to say And could this be the time when somebody will come To say, Look at yourself, you're not much use to anyone Take a walk in the park, take a valium pill Read the letter you got from the memory girl But it takes more than this to make sense of the day Yeah it takes more than milk to get rid of the taste And you trusted to this, and you trusted to that And when you saw it all come, it was waving the flag Of the United States of Calamity, hey! After all that you've done boy, Im sure you're going to pay
In the morning you come to the ladies salon To get all fitted out for The Paperback Throne But the people are living far away from the place Where you wanted to help, it's a bit of a waste And the puzzle will last till somebody will say There's a lot to be done while your head is still young If you put down your pen, leave your worries behind Then the moment will come, and the memory will shine Now the trouble is over, everybody got paid
Everybody is happy, they are glad that they came Then you go to the place where you've finally found You can look at yourself sleep the clock around
Is it wicked not to care when they say that you're mistaken Thinking hopes and lots of dreams that aren't there Is it wicked not to care when you've wasted many hours Talking endlessly to anyone that's there I know the truth awaits me But still I hesitate because of fear Skipping tickets making rhymes Is that all that you believe in Wearing rags to make you pretty by design Rusting armour for effect It's not fun to watch the rust grow For it will all be over when you're dead
Counting acts and clutching thoughts By the river where the moss grows Over rocks the water running all the time Is it wicked when you smile Even though you feel like crying Even though you could be sick at any time But if there was a sequel Would you love me as an equal Would you love me till I'm dead
If there was a sequel Would you love me like an equal Would you love me till I'm dead and if there was a sequel Would you love me as an equal Would you love me till I'm dead Or is there someone else instead
Ease you're feet off in the sea My darling it's the place to be Take your shoes off curl your toes And I will frame this moment in time Troubles come and troubles go The trouble that we've come to know Will stay with us till we get old Will stay with us till somebody decides to go Decides to go
Soberly without regret make another sandwich And I fill my face know that things have got to you But what can do Suddenly without a warning On a pale blue morning You decide your time is wearing thin A conscious choice to let yourself go dangling Hovering It's an emergency There's no more wait and see
Maybe if I shut my eves Your trouble will be split between us People come and people go You're scouring everybodies face For some small flicker of the truth To what it is that you are going through my boy I left you dry The signs were clear that you were not going anywhere Anywhere Save for a falling down Save for a falling down Anywhere Anywhere Save for a falling down Everything's going wrong
Later on as I walked home The plough was showing and orion I could see the house where you lived I could see the house where you gave All your time and sanity to people Then you waited for the people to acknowledge you They spoke in turn But their eyes would pass over you Over you Who's seeing you at all Who's seeing You at all
Seymour Stein I've been lonely I caught a glimpse of someones face It was mine and I'd been crying Half a world away Ticket for a plane Record company man I won't be coming to dinner My thoughts are far away I'm working on that day North Country girl 1 think she's going to stay Promises of fame promises of fortune LA to New York San Francisco back to Boston Has he ever seen Dundee Won't he hire a limousine Seymour bring her back to me
I heard dinner went well You liked Chris's jacket He reminded you of Johnny Before he went Electronic Seymour Stein sorry I missed you Have a nice flight home It's a good day for flying Seymour Stein Seymour Stein Seymour Stein Seymour Stein
