Deep Satin
Walking 'round town in a place I've never been
In deep, deep Manhattan
I recall it all, your dress and how it falls
You rollin' in deep satin
Won't you call a cab, mister, won't you pay my tab?
There's some kids on the curb haymakin'
And I ain't been home in three years or so
And everyone I know now's mistaken
Frauds as friends, starts as ends
Big lights is actual love
But you in Manhattan rolling in deep satin
Was a painful and wonderful drug
Well, I've been coming down on a Greyhound
That is westbound to the sea
When you see the lights when you hear the rain
There ain't a chance you're thinkin' of me
Is that song stuck in your head?
"Friend of the Devil," by the Dead
'Cause if that's the case, then that's just what I'll be
There's love when I'm leavin', there's light through the ceiling
I'll set out runnin' home
If I get around out in this place tonight
I'll gladly be takin' myself home
So won't you call a cab, mister, won't you pay my tab?
I heard life was a windin' road
There's no hounds or child around
But the devil follows where I go
Well, I've been coming down on a Greyhound
That is westbound to the sea
When you see the lights when you hear the rain
There ain't a chance you're thinkin' of me
Is that song stuck in your head?
"Friend of the Devil," by the Dead
'Cause if that's the case, then that's just what I'll be
