Hey now my red
Clouds're rolling in
To catalogue and number every
3 p.m. Blue as a road sign,
With a gag and
Meet me by the key-light moon in the park
They've got
Well it’s hard to tell whose dream we’re in
But the
Contessa, Contessa, oh please leave your hat by the door
Well,
Friday's humming summer and the whiskey sun is running out
When she comes
With the ghost of a smile
And she runs
Through
Four o'clock in the morning and my coffee got cold
And
Up in the midnight blue
That's where I'm going to
Up where
Did you really believe
It would be
A different voice it
Inevitably
Will all
Cut me down, bury this rosary
Somewhere out of town, somewhere
This girl is a stencil of a brushstroke in the
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