If I only
could deceive you Forgetting the game Every time I try to leave you You
laugh just the same
'Cause my wheels never touch the road And the
jumble of lies we told Just returns to my back to weigh me down...
We
lay cards upon the table The backs of our hands And I swear I like your
people The boys in the band
Reminiscences gone astray Coming
back to enjoy the fray In a tangle of night and daylight sounds...
All
completeness in the morning Asleep on your side I'll be waking up the
crewmen Banana-boat ride
She responds like a limousine Brought
alive on the silver screen To the shuddering breath of
yesterday...
There's the succour of the needy Incredible scenes I'll
believe you in the future Your life and death dreams
As the cavalry of
despair Takes a stand in the lady's hair For the favour of making sweet
sixteen...
You make my life and times A book of bluesy
Saturdays And I have to chose...
Exiles
Now...in this
faraway land Strange...that the palms of my hands Should be damp with
expectancy
Spring...and the air's turning mild City lights...and the
glimpse of a child Of the alleyway infantry
Friends...do they know what
I mean Rain...and the gathering green Of an afternoon
out-of-town
But Lord I had to go My trail was laid too slow behind
me To face the call of fame Or make a drunkard's name for me Though
now this other life Has brought a different understanding And from these
endless days Shall come a broader sympathy And though I count the
hours To be alone's no injury...
My home...was a place near the
sand Cliffs...and a military band Blew and air of
normality
Easy Money
[In brackets - lyrics from live version]
Your admirers
on the street Gotta hoot and stamp their feet In the heat from your
physique As you twinkle by in moccasin sneakers
And I thought my
heart would break [Well I argued with the judge] When you doubled up at
the stake [But the bastard wouldn't budge] With your fingers all a-shake
['Cause he caught me licking fudge] You could never tell a winner from a snake
[And he never told me once you were a minor]
Easy
money
With your figure and your face Strutting out at every
race Throw a glass around the place Show the colour of your crimson
suspenders
We would take the money home Sit around the family
throne My old dog could chew his bone For two weeks we could appease the
Almighty
Easy money
Got no truck with the
la-di-da Keep my bread in an old fruit jar Drive you out in a
motor-car Getting fat on your lucky star just making