I'll believe you in the future, your life and death dreams
All completeness in the morning asleep on your side
'Cause my wheels never touch the road and the jumble of lies we told
In a tangle of night and daylight sounds
She responds like a limousine, brought alive on the silent screen
We lay cards upon the table, the backs of our hands
And I swear I like your people, the boys in the band
You make my life and times a book of bluesy Saturdays
There's the succor of the needy, incredible scenes
Just returns to my back to weigh me down
To the shuddering breath of yesterday
For the favor of making sweet sixteen
Reminiscences gone astray, coming back to enjoy the fray
I'll be waking up the crewmen, banana boat ride
As the cavalry of despair takes a stand in the lady's hair
