It is the evening of the day
I sit and watch
Old man, young man
Preacher saying amen
Taking up collection
Playing on a
Got a good reason
For taking the easy way out
Got a
I been hearin' your concern about my happiness
But all that
Ive seen the Golden Gate at San Francisco Bay
Ive seen
In my room
way at the end of the hall
I sit
People used to bill and coo
But that don't make it
Go away from my window
Leave at your own chosen speed
I'm
Lies, lies,
Youre telling me that you'll be true.
Lies, lies,
That's all
Well, I?d rather see you dead, little boy
Than to see
I know you're leavin' babe,
Goodbye, so long.
I hope
You keep saying you got something for me
Something you call
You keep saying you got something for me
Something you call