The last time I saw Richard was Detroit in 68
And he told me all romantics meet the same fate Someday, cynical and bitter and boring someone
In some dark café
You laugh, he said you think you're immune,
Go look at your eyes
They're fool of moon
You like roses and kisses and pretty men to tell you
All those pretty lies, pretty lies
When are you gonna realize they're only pretty lies
Only pretty lies, pretty lies
He put a quarter in the wurlitzer, and he pushed
Three button and the thing began to whirl
And a waitress came by a 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
Is she that now you´re romanticizing some pain that's in head
You've got tombs in your in eye, but the songs
You punched are dreaming
Listen, they talk of love so sweet
When are you gonna get back on your feet?
Oh and love can be so sweet, love so sweet
Richard got married to a figure skater
And he bought her a dishwasher and a coffe percolator
And he drinks at home now most night with the TV on
And all the house lights left up bright
I'm gonna blow this dam candle out
I don't want nobody, comin' over to my table
I´ve got nothing to talk to anybody about
All good dreamer pass this away someday
Hidin' behind bottles in dark café
Dark cafes
Only a dark coccon before
I get my gorgeous wings
And fly away
Only a phase, these dark cafe days
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