The Last Time I Saw Richard - Live

Last time I saw Richard was Detroit in 68
And told me all romantics meet the same fate
Some day, cynical and drunk and boring someone
In some dark café
You laugh, he said you think you're immune,
Go look at eyes
They're fool of moon
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 button sand the thing began to whirl
And a barmaid came by a fishnet stockings and a bow tie
And she said drink up now it's getting on time to close
Richard, haven't really changed, I said
Is she that now will romantic sizing some pain that's see in head
You've got tombs in your in eye, but the songs
You punched are dreaming
Listen, they talk of love so sweet
When you gonna get yourself 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 was her 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 go nothing to talk to anybody about
All good dreamer pass this away someday
Hidin' behind bottles in dark café
Dark cafes
Only a dark coccon before
I get my gorgeous wings
And fly away
Only a phase, these dark cafe days