Can you tell me what we're waiting for, senor?
it is not he or she or them or it;
That you belong to.
the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming
Everything passes,;
Everything changes,;
Just do what you think you should do.
Every time you leave and go off someplace,;
Things fall to pieces in my face
Well, I got a harmonica job, begun to play,;
Blowin' my lungs out for a dollar a day.
All the people we used to know;
Are an illusion to me now
I've been down on the bottom of a world full of lies;
I ain't looking for nothing in anyone's eyes
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley
Wallflower, wallflower;
Take a chance on me.;
Please let me ride you home.
Gon' walk on down that dirt road 'til I'm right beside the sun
What happened to the real you, you've been captured but by whom?
Pardon, monsieur," the desk clerk says,;
Carefully removes his fez,;
"Am I hearin' you right?"
My head tells me it's time to make a change;
But my heart is telling me I love ya but you're strange.
The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense.;
Take what you have gathered from coincidence.
I don't need no alibi when I'm spending time with you.;
I've heard all of them rumors and you have heard 'em too.
