The riverboat was rockin' in the rain
How can he remember who he's talking to?
He had a different story for every set of eyes
It's hard to say the meaning of this song
But the subways are empty
Burn-outs stub their toes on garbage pails
Oh, Isabela, proud Isabela
But it's either that or pay off the kidnapper
And so are the cafes
When you try to make a good thing last
She needs someone that she can scream at
To Mom and Dad, this just doesn't matter
Will their boyfriends pass this way again?
Oh, Mother Goose, she's on the skids
Except for the Farmer's Market
Well, I'm up in T.O. keepin' jive alive
Midnight was the time for the raid
I guess I'll call it sickness gone
Waitresses are cryin' in the rain
It's easy to get buried in the past
And I still can hear him say
I saw today in the entertainment section
With your stomach pump and your hook and ladder dreams
And I'm such a heel for makin' her feel so bad
Sure ain't happy, neither are the kids
You're only real with your make-up on
You're all just pissin' in the wind
All along the Navajo Trail
And out on the corner, it's half past five
And there ain't nothin' like a friend
So all you critics sit alone
I never knew a man could tell so many lies
They tore you down and plowed you under
You're no better than me for what you've shown
We could get together for some scenes
How could I see you and stay too long?
There's room at the top for private detection
You don't know it but you are
An ambulance can only go so fast
Who can tell you, you're just pissin' in the wind
