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