Let's take a walk
Bottom the ocean
I guess the sun chases down the tide
And taxi cabs go rushing 'round
Up in the world
You've had enough
But you've had something
And now there's someone on the line
Selling pages ripped from some holy book
The telephone
Says you ain't coming home
For you have found another boy
And there's nothing wrong with that, dear
No, nothing's wrong
There's nothing wrong
Now counting cards in South New Jersey
Replacing pigeons falling from the wire
And when Señor starts a-winking
At the waitress who's thinking
That someone special lies awake for her
In the middle of the night
I shed my eyes
I pinch my thighs
Oh, how time flies
When you've no eyes
So sing it hard
And play it hard, old boys
As country burns in its own dumb might
And sons of Jesus go spray-paint walls
And disappear into the night
And there's disease
There's always hatred
And there are all these weddings in the New York Times
And at the end of the day, the toast is spilled but there's still the wine
Alright
Alright
Alright
Alright