Faraway in Rockaway
The gutter punks are keeping my heart strange
I tied a noose to Claire De Lune
Stole some shoes & tried to change my face
& Went out under the bright lights
I fell right out from her blue eyes
How little everything can mean
When the one thing that means everything leaves
Spinning like a satellite
Thrown around the sky
Round & round tonight
Up & down, depression bound
When the sycophantic Santa Fe sun pounds
When you scream do you think of me
& The way we never could keep our sheets clean
& All that life that poured from our bed
I wonder now who you're sharing it with
How little everything can mean
When the one thing that means everything leaves
Spinning like a satellite
Thrown around the sky
Round & round tonight
Careful baby what you know
Careful there among all them fake assholes
Feeding on your bright white lie
Caught up in the ride
Round & round tonight
Faraway in Rockaway
The gutter punks are keeping my heart strange
I tied a noose to Claire De Lune
Stole some shoes & tried to change my face
