It Hasn't Happened Yet

Up early, walking morning streets of downtown
Looking empty as a dream and then drifting into sun
A stop for a coffee on a turnaround
And buy a couple loose joints out on Sint-Jacobstraat
Daredevil Debra, they did you in
But you made it with feeling, so I say that you win
You bought a ticket, guess you can't go
But I'll think of you, darlin', at the top of the show

Taking cover as the rain rolls down
In the red-light part of an old port town
I raise a glass of something bitter and black
And then it's time for the load in, so I gotta go back now
I figure I'll never own a pool
Well, no kidding, I'm never gonna own a home!
I bet I probably never buy a car new
But at least I got to tour my records for you

Tangle-face Tony's front teeth are broken
The letter that he wrote hit me right in the soul
He's parked out in the front row
And the song that he loves is a song that I wrote
And it goes

Meet again, meet again, I could swear that we will
Meet again, meet again at the closest of range
Not on memory lane
Where some people I met
Would say I'm a saint
But it hasn't happened yet
All right

I bet I finally end up playing bass
In a friend's band Thursday nights at Tanqueray's
You're gonna have to drag me out of that room
Until then, I'm gonna hold down some hits of the day, well

Eye in the sky, and I'm so in to you
And to right down the line and then to Baker Street too
I got a name then I saw the light
And I looked away, and I can't tell you why
Sorry, Don (And Tim!)
Oh yeah, and Tim B. Schmidt

This could be the last one, I don't know
I could teach or get deep at the old Sunoco
Or go into my house and just let myself go
Just lie down on the couch and get into some show
All the way down into the dark
It's just me and my soul and my mind and my heart
Floating on out into the mist
And the world can forget that I ever existed

Angelhead Annie's 18 years old
And she's wrapped up in red, and she's just leaving home, girl
Don't do nothing that I wouldn't do
In my mohair jacket and my mint shampoo
Gonna send this out to you

Meet again, meet again at the palace of film
Meet again, meet again
Well, we're on the same page, not on memory lane
Though some people I met
Say I seem insane
But it hasn't happened yet

Meet again, meet again
At the old Club De Ville
Meet again, meet again
Shall I sing from the stage?
It's a final farewell
To some people I met
We're gonna get well
But it hasn't happened yet

Meet again
(Meet again, meet again, meet again) oh-oh-oh
(Meet again, meet again, meet again) oh-oh
Memory lane, with some people I met
(Meet again, meet again, meet again)
(Meet again, meet again, meet again)