Joe Blue Eyes

In your time make sure to reach out for me
I’ll be waiting there in my old windowpane watching city veins
I sold it all for rock’n’roll, the sweetest music that ever played in my soul
The sad end streets met a blue eyed boy who fell in love with all this dandy noise
He really had no choice

Cause love is a tricky little beast
She’s got what it takes and she gets what she needs
And love is a carbon handed priest
Who’s making dirty deals with the pushers down the street
And love is a superman disease
That’s falling from the rooftops and doing what she please
And love is not a tiny bit naïve
She’s a calculated monster that’s consuming all she meets
In time, time, time, time

In your time make sure to think back of me
I’ll be writing lines pushing high up lies to the crowds outside
I sold it all for chicks on speed, my sweet companions strange to death and greed
The blinded seers sit on paper thrones thinking of a way to send their soldiers home
Coffins light up the dawn

In your time make sure to watch after me
I’ll be risking my life for a shot of light from flaking tenement halls
I sold it all for four bare walls and the working class stunt that never called
My phone went dead just the other day and my message don’t get through the old fashioned way
And the guitars start to play