Nothing You Can Do

One, two, one, two

In the old town square, the trumpets blow

The dawn breaks through the local drone

She fires a look, knocks you out of your shoes

And there's nothin' that you can do

In a hotel room on St. Vincent Street

The walls repeat old hopes and dreams

"I like a workin' man," he said, "I got workin' man blues"

And there's nothin' that you can do

The factory roars and the clouds cry

A blue jay mourns as the evenin' dies

She's laid out long like she came from the Louvre

And there's nothin' that you can do

To the ancient sea, the anchor's tossed

The waves crash, cut the albatross

If he walks away at all, it'll be black and blue

And there's nothin' that you can do

In the old town square, he stands alone

They're sweepin' up streets of cobblestone

While the accordion plays the soft and mournful tune

There's nothin' that you can do

No, there's nothin' that you can do