Texty

Tight-slacked clad girls on the graveyard shift 'Neath the cement stroll catch the midnight drift Cigar chewing charlie in that newspaper nest Grifting hot horse tips on who's running the best And I'm blinded by the neon Don't try and change my tune 'Cause I thought I heard a saxophone I'm drunk on the moon The moon's a silver slipper it's pouring champagne stars Broadway's like a serpent pulling shiny top-down cars Laramer is teeming with that undulating beat And some Bonneville is screaming it's way wilder down the street And I'm blinded by the neon Don't try and change my tune I thought I heard a saxophone I'm drunk on the moon Hearts flutter and race the moon's on the wane Tarts mutter their dream hopes the night will ordain Come schemers and dancers cherry delight As a Cleveland-bound Greyhound and it cuts throught the night And I've hawked all my yesterdays Don't try and change my tune I thought I heard a saxophone I'm drunk on the moon
Writer(s): Thomas Alan Waits Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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