City Promises

I catch the last night bus home It's just turned five in the morning As I reach for my fare the cold bites my hands My hands are bare The pigeons are laughing at me, I've mascara Rings around my eyes the pigeons are laughing at Me, I've mascara rings I've cried for hours I've been out on the town I've been combing the bars for hours, and hours The city's just waking up men are cleaning the Streets in the twilight hour The pigeons are laughing at me, I've mascara Rings around my eyes the pigeons are laughing at Me, I've mascara rings I've cried for hours City's promises they always evade me it's closed The shop there's too many buyers... the shop is Closed to buy There is a tramp on the side walk Who smiles at me when I drop him change The driver surveys my look I give my fare So I'm off the hook The pigeons are laughing at me, with mascara Rings around my eyes, the pigeons are laughing at Me, I've mascara rings I've cried for hours City's promises always evade me, it's closed The shop there's too many buyers... the shop is Closed to buy I'm counting on you bus driver to drive me Somewhere nice please, I'm counting on you bus Driver to drive me anywhere