Balconies

Whiskey and cabarets on the boulevards

Angels and actresses writing autographs

And I've been worried sick

Trying to keep a hold of it

Of every little bit

But the ashtray's full and the coffee's cold

Though they're hard to see there are trees on the horizon

Am I wrong to think by night I will have reached them

I see you plain as day now you're out of sight

Your sky-high balconies your immaculate pride

And I've been worried sick

Trying to make the most of it

Of every single bit

I left you hours ago when the sun was low

A suitcase and a drum an old autograph

A new pair of shoes and a steel guitar

And I've been worried sick

Man where have you been

Long time no see

Where we'll be tomorrow we don't need to know