Oh, the city was changing
The cigarette hit the spot
Oh, a
God, what a mess, on the ladder of success
Take a
Coming down on a Monday, another work day
When I saw
I was thinking about another time
Still in my mind
Well, I
When the rain came down
In this northern town
It was a
Marilyn's queen of the scene
In a humble abode, by the
We sing along to broken songs
We work all week in
Some might wake up in a doorway
Some live in mansions,
I've got a message
Oh, as I was told
Summer's fadin'
And California
When my high top sneakers hit the ground
On the run
Oh, well, I had super heroes
Silver patroned saints
I've seen the
