The Last Time I Saw Richard

Last time I saw Richard was Detroit in '68

And he told me all romantics meet the same fate

Someday, cynical and bitter and boring someone

In some dark cafe

You laugh, he said you think you're immune

Go look at your eyes

They're full 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, pretty lies

He put a quarter in the Wurlitzer and he pushed

Three buttons and the thing began to whirl

And a waitress came by a fishnet stockings and a bow tie

And she said: Drink up now it's getting on time to close

Richard, you haven't really changed, I said

That's just now you're romanticizing some pain that's in your head

You've got tombs in your eyes, but the songs

You punched are dreaming

Listen, they talk of love so sweet

When you gonna get back on your feet?

Love can be so sweet, love so sweet

Richard got married to a figure skater

And he bought her a dishwasher and a coffee percolator

And he drinks at home now most night with the TV on

And all the house lights left up bright

I'm gonna blow this damn candle out

I don't want nobody comin' over to my table

I've got nothing to talk to anybody about

All good dreamers passes this away someday

Hidin' behind bottles in dark cafes

Dark cafes

Only this darkness before

I get my gorgeous wings

And fly away

Only a phase, these dark cafe days