But the lonely times don't they suit her skin All the city mimes but she's standing thin And behold the nerve written in her face It's a frozen tide now All the city swims pain it's the only truth And she paints her things and the men apporve And that's all she needs cos the patriots they still call this their town They told her it's the right way, this time how can they pretend They told her it's the right way, but my love she is more than this Oh the lonely times, how they illuminate all the faceless men playing their charades Oh, but how she sees through their break-neck charm she will not promote fools In her history books, even in our house hordes of these men sniffing around They told her it's the right way, this time how can they pretend They told her it's the right way, but my love she is more than this She threw a brick at the casino she was so proud when she came home They're so sure it's the right way but they don't see her eyes