Last time I saw RichardWas Detroit in 68 and he told me"All romantics meet the same fate someday:Cynical and bitter and boring someoneIn some dark cafe"
You laughed, he said: "You think you're immune?Go look at your eyes, they're full of moon!You like roses and kissesAnd pretty men to tell you all those pretty lies"Pretty lies"When are you gonna realize they're only pretty lies?"Only pretty lies, pretty lies
He put a quarter in the WurlitzerAnd then he pushed three buttons and the thing began to whirlAnd a waitress came by a fishnet stockings and a bow tieAnd she said: "drink up now, it's getting on time to close""Richard, you haven't really changed", I said"It's just that now you're romanticizing some pain that's in your headYou've got tombs in your in your eyesBut the songs you punched are dreaming"Listen, they talk of love so sweetWhen you gonna get yourself back on your feet?Oh and love can be so sweetLove's so sweet
Richard got married to a figure skaterAnd he bought her a dish washer and a coffe percolatorAnd he drinks at home now, most nights with the TV onAnd all the house lights left up bright
I'm gonna blow this damn candle outI don't want nobody comin' over to my table,I've got nothing to talk to anybody aboutAll good dreamer pass this away somedayHidin' behind bottles in dark cafesDark cafes
Only this darknessBefore I get my gorgeous wingsAnd fly awayOnly a phase, these dark cafe days