You can tell Gayle, if she calls, That Im famous now for all of these rock and roll songs. And even if thats a lie, she shouldve given me a try. When we were kids on the field of the first day of school. I wouldve been her fool. And I wouldve sang out your name in those old high school halls. You tell that to Gayle, if she calls. And you can tell Jane, if she writes, That Im drunk off all these stars and all these crazy Hollywood nights. And thats a total deceit, but she shouldve married me. And tell her I spent every night of my youth on the floor, Bleeding out from all these wounds. I wouldve gotten her a ride out of that town she despised. You tell that to Janey, if she writes. But boys will be boys and girls have those eyes That will cut you to ribbons sometimes. And all you can do is just wait by the moon And bleed if its what she says you oughta do. You remind Anna, if she asks why, That a thief stole my heart while she was making up her mind. I heard she lives in Brooklyn with the cool, Goes crazy over that New York scene on 7th Avenue. But I used to wait at the diner, a million nights without her, Praying she wont cancel again tonight. And the waiter served my coffee with a consolation sigh. You remind Anna, if she asks why. Tell her its all right. You know its hard to tell you this. Oh its hard to tell you this. Heres looking at you, Kid. https://youtube/watch?v=_rNRpzgasjo
Posted on: Thu, 28 Aug 2014 08:14:49 +0000
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