Last time I saw richard was Detroit in 68 / And told me
all romantics meet the same fate / someday, cynical and bitter and
boring someone / In some dark café / You laugh, he said you
You like roses and kisses and pretty men to tell you / All those pretty
lies, pretty lies / When you gonna realize they're only pretty lies /
Only pretty lies, pretty lies / He put a quarter in the
wurlitzer, and he pushed / Three buttons and the thing began to whirl /
And a waitress came by in fishnet stockings and a bow tie / and she
said "drink up now it's getting on time to close" / "Richard, you haven't
really changed", I said / It's just that now you're romanticizing some pain
that's in your head / You've got tombs in your in eyes, but the songs / you
punched are dreaming / Listen, they talk of love so sweet / When you
gonna get back on your feet? / Oh and love can be so
sweet, love so sweet / Richard got married to a figure
skater / And he bought her a dish washer and a coffe percolator /
And he drinks at home now most night with the TV on / And all the
house lights left up bright / I'm gonna blow this dam candle out / I
don't want nobody, comin'over to my table / I got nothing to talk to
anybody about / All good dreamer pass this away someday / Hidin'
behind bottles in dark cafes / Dark cafes / Only this darkness before
I get my gorgeous wings / And fly away / Only a phase, these dark
cafe days
