Point Breeze 歌词

Headlight cars do battle down the boulevard Stoppin' in the corner bars or rollin' to get home Orchestrated stars all laughin' at the weather charts Reflectin' off the moon and Mars Like they were spinnin' in a bowl, baby Well waitress your tips are heads or tails And surely luck would never fail you Hang your apron on a nail If this work doesn't pay As the diners sign the air for checks Sayin', "Put your coat on, she'll come over" Wind their watches like you'd expect They've got tickets for some ballet… Thinkin' I thought I was Beginnin' to see the light I was beginnin' to see the light And now there ain't no doubt about it… (Baby all right) TV tubes do glow in ghostly white and blue Panning cameras, Action News, your dinner on a tray I got the sound check blues, baby… Up the bottom, blow the fuse Call for whiskey, tie your shoes Up in Point Breeze there are no trees To shield the moonless sky, you're seen To walk the streets in baggy jeans and never say hello And its half a fifty gallon drum at a Barbecue for everyone…the old folks chat, The sodas flat, and there's not a single white…