Deep Satin

(альбом: Boys Of Faith - 2023)

Walking 'round town in a place I've never been
In deep, deep Manhattan
I recall it all, your dress and how it falls
You rolling in deep satin

Won't you call a cab, mister, won't you pay my tab?
There's some kids on the curb haymaking
And I ain't been home in three years or so
And everyone I know now's mistaken

Frauds as friends, starts as ends
Big lights is actual love
But you in Manhattan rolling in deep satin
Was a painful and wonderful drug

Well, I've been coming down on a Greyhound
That is westbound to the sea
When you see the lights when you hear the rain
There ain't a chance you're thinking of me
Is that song stuck in your head?
"Friend of the Devil," by the Dead
'Cause if that's the case, then that's just what I'll be

There's love when I'm leaving, there's light through the ceiling
I'll set out running home
If I get around out in this place tonight
I'll gladly be taking myself home
So won't you call a cab, mister, won't you pay my tab?
I heard life was a winding road
There's no hounds or child around
But the devil follows where I go

Well, I've been coming down on a Greyhound
That is westbound to the sea
When you see the lights when you hear the rain
There ain't a chance you're thinking of me
Is that song stuck in your head?
"Friend of the Devil," by the Dead
'Cause if that's the case, then that's just what I'll be