Black faces pressed against the glass   Where rain has pressed it's weight   Wind blown scarves in top down cars   All share one western trait      Sadness leaks through tear-stained cheeks   From winos to dime-store Jews   Probably don't know they give me   These late John Garfield blues      Midnight fell on Franklin Street   And the lamppost bulbs were broke   For the life of me, I could not see   But I heard a brand new joke      Two men were standing upon a bridge   One jumped and screamed you lose   And just left the odd man holding   Those late John Garfield blues      An old man sleeps with his conscience at night   Young kids sleep with their dreams   While the mentally ill sit perfectly still   And live through life's in-betweens      I'm going away to the last resort   In a week or two, real soon   Where the fish don't bite but once a night   By the cold light of the moon      The horses scream the nightmares dream   And the dead men all wear shoes   'Cause everybody's dancin'   Those late John Garfield blues