Monroe

Monroe's gone round the bend again
May never make it home
When he arrives she almost always lets him in

You can't take him on when he's like this
You can't leave him alone
Where's he been, where's he been
Last time that I saw you
I thought you were doing fine
I was broke and coming down
From New Orleans

Talk about the business
What they do to you this time
We try not to complain, but we complain
They just break your heart again

Now he's burning all his bridges
Now he's skipping across the water
Like a smooth, flat stone
Now he's scratching 'cause it itches
Now he's slurring on the phone
I like your picture, are you alone
I like your picture

Monroe's gone round the bend again
She couldn't make him stay
There's too much trouble
To get into everywhere
His devil called from downtown
Now his angel's gone to pray
It's a wonder he's alive
But he's alive somewhere

You know the city guys are dangled
Every time you take the stage
They're swelling up like poets
While you're rattling your cage
You're all they left the suburbs for
They'd make you all the rage
Then they'll try not to complain
But they'll complain
When you break their hearts again