Lyrics

The last time I saw Richard was Detroit in '68 And he told me all romanticsmeetthe same fatesomeday Cynical and drunk and boring someonein some dark café "You laugh," he says, "you think you're immune Go look at your eyes, they're two blue moons You like roses and kisses and pretty men to tell you All those pretty lies, pretty lies When you gonna realize they're only pretty lies Only pretty lies, just pretty lies" He put a quarter in the Wurlitzer And he pushed three buttons and the thing began to whirr And a bar maid came by in fishnet stockings and a bow tie And she said "Drink up now, it's getting' on time to close" "Richard, you haven't really changed" I said It's just that now you're romanticizing some pain that's in your head You got tombstones in your eyes, but the songs you punched are dreaming They talk a love so sweet, love so sweet When you gonna get yourself back on your feet? Oh and love can be so sweet, so sweet Richard got married to a figure skater And he bought her a dishwasher and the coffee percolator And he drinks at home now most nights with the TV on And, all the house lights left up bright I'm gonna blow this damn candle out I don't want nobody comin' over to my table I got nothing to talk to anybody about All good dreamers pass this way some day Hidin' behind bottles in dark cafes, dark cafes Only a dark cocoon Before I get my gorgeous wings and I fly away Only a phase these dark café days