Please

Hang your dirty laundry, don't care where it's been You're my one and only, despite those other friends All those power lines, hanging with their rambling vines Traveling down the road right back to you Saw you down on South Street, far off look in your eye Dirty coat and coffee, black as midnight skies All those red street lights, hanging with the broken kites Drifting down like raindrops on the roof Tattered, hanging from the limbs, when the flood comes in Bend the branches of the trees, under the weight of you and me Please, come take me home Please, don't let me roam Walked right out your side door, thinking you were young Memories of the decades replaced by foreign tongues All those bygone years, hanging with the boys out there Fade away like flowers in the sun Tattered, hanging from the limbs, when the flood comes in Bend the branches of the trees, under the weight of you and me Please, come take me home Please, don't let me roam