Phoebe

Phoebe found me in the midnight sand Phoebe found me alone Phoebe found me in the cross that lays on my heart When the cabaret's been done And she's been listening to the waverly blues So we could walk into the sun And we've been waiting for these christened and callous hands I've been waiting for the sound of guns Phoebe found me in the midnight sand Phoebe found me alone Phoebe found me in the cross that lays on my heart When the cabaret's been done And I've been drinking to the weight of the news As she would show me how to fly I've been waiting in these lately-in-comfort hands I've been waiting for the sound of guns Phoebe found me in the midnight sand Phoebe found me alone Phoebe found me in the cross that lays on my heart When the cabaret's been done Phoebe found the gun Phoebe found the gun Phoebe found the gun Phoebe found the gun Phoebe found the gun And I've been drinking to the weight of the news As she would show me how to hide I've been cavalier with New York on my mind I've been turning towards the light that blinds Phoebe found me in the midnight sand Phoebe found me alone Phoebe found me in the cross that lays on my heart When the cabaret's been done Phoebe found the gun Phoebe found the gun Phoebe found the gun Phoebe found the gun Phoebe found the gun Phoebe found the gun Phoebe found the gun Phoebe found the gun Phoebe found the gun Phoebe found the gun Phoebe found the gun