Richard

Tom: Intr.: Last time I saw Richard was Detroit In'68 And He told me all romantics meet the same fate some day Cynical and drunk and boring someone in some dark café You laugh, he said you think you're immune, go look at your eyes They're fool of moon You like roses and kisses and pretty men to tell you All those pretty lies, pretty lies When You gonna realize they're only pretty lies Only pretty lies, just pretty lies He put a quarter in the wurtilzer, and he pushed Three buttons and the thing began to whirl And a barmaid came by a fishnet stockings and a bow tie And She said "Drink up now it's getting on time to close." "Richard, haven't really changed," I said You've got tombs in your eyes, but the songs You punched are dreaming Listen, they sing of loves so sweet When You gonna get yourself back on your feet? Oh and love can be so sweet, loves so sweet Richard got married to a figures skater And He bought her a dishwasher and a coffee percolator And he drink at home now most nights with the tv on And all the house lights left uo bright I'm gonna blow this dam candle out I don't want nobody comin' over to my table I got nothing to talk to anybody about All good dreamers pass this aways some day Hidin' behind bottless in dark cafes dark cafes Only a dark cocoon before I get my gorgeous wings And fly away Only a phase, these dark cafe days