You Can't Put Your Arms Around a Memory (Live)

It doesn't pay to try
All the best boys, they know why
Doesn't mean I didn't try
Lord knows, I tried and tried

So cold and all alone
Beat myself against the wall
Even when I'm home I'm not alone
Big deal, I'm still alone

'Cause you can't put your arms around a memory
You can't put your arms around a memory
I can't put my arms around Johnny
So don't cry, don't cry
So long

Whoa-whoa-whoa-yeah

When it's hard
Then it's so hard
And it's a lonely planet joy when
You play my song from your other boy
That's when I'm a lonely planet boy
I'm tryin', oh, for your love

Whoa-whoa-whoa-yeah

You pick me up
You're out drivin' in your car
And when I tell you where I'm goin
You're always tellin' me that's too far

But how could you be drivin'
Down by my home
When you know, I ain't got one
And I'm, I'm so all alone

Whoa-whoa-whoa-yeah

Well, it's a lonely planet joy when
You play my song from your other boys
That's when I'm a lonely planet boy
I'm tryin'
Yeah, I'm cryin' for your love

Whoa-whoa-whoa-yeah

Whoa-whoa-whoa-yeah

Can't you hear me callin'?
I'm a thousand miles away
For I don't wanna stay
I'm thinkin' words I've gotta say

I wanna be there with ya
I know what to bring
I remember, from the days
We got over, we got over everything

Whoa-whoa-whoa-yeah

Well, it's a lonely planet joy when
You play my song from them other boys
That's when I'm a lonely planet boy
I'm tryin', can't you see that I'm cryin'
Don't you know that I'm dyin'
Baby, for your love

Whoa-whoa-whoa-yeah
Whoa-whoa-whoa-yeah
Whoa-whoa-whoa-yeah
My little runaway
A run, run runaway

Thank you
This is song that Arthur wrote for The New York Dolls
Ladies and gentlemen, Arthur Kane, "The Killer"