Roll on Arte

The turbines pound, your plane touches down,

the captain catches your eye

And all the city crows perched

high in rows on wires watch you walk by

Your hair has changed, your room's rearranged,

someone's been sleeping inside

And the curtain's closed on all your

windows to block out the fried chicken sign

Roll on, Arte roll on

Your heart's too good for this town

Your eyes cast through the glass

At my so sorry mannequin frown

The porter sings as he begins

to clean up the mess that we've made

The Christmas trees are cast

on the street and garbage trucks block Hooper Lane

My head's in pain but I can't complain

cause my sweetheart waits down the line

And in a while we'll be in a house by the sea,

even if just in my mind

Roll on, Arte roll on

Your heart's too good for this town

Your eyes cast through the glass

At my starry American frown

My mouth ain't fed, my lips ain't cherry red

and my grin my show my bad teeth

And all the people I pass,

they give me glance, as if I'm some lower-class thief

But to you, I am fine, and I'm in your mind even if I'm not around

And my arms are strong and that's where you belong,

given the love that we've found

Roll on, Arte roll on

Your heart's too good for this town

My eyes cast through the glass

At your so sorry Marilyn frown