Bowery

Aw, sorry, fuck, my-
One, two, three, four
Young man, there's a place you can go, you can hide
I know you'll never be fully done or fully satisfied
You want the world, want the girl, everything in between
And she was sitting next to me last night at the bowery
Sick to her stomach as she sipped gin and tonic
Telling me she'd rather be dead than sleep alone
I told her that she's everything that I lack deep inside
That I'll always see her in the passenger seat
Of that black two-seater was parked out in the rain
You picked the wrong one
If you're in it for the long run
'Cause I got the passion
But I don't give it away
But when the time's right
I'm a hell of a good night
And I'll make you burn bright
As the heat of the day
Rolled down out of bed, it's underneath the overpass
Thought we'd have a look around my old stomping ground
Girl, it's so pretty, won't you leave the city
For a while?
Thumbed a ride up the road, winter winds blowing cold
"Jesus is Lord" up ahead on the billboard
But you're nice, sure, it shows when you roll your eyes
You picked the wrong one
If you're in it for the long run
And I got the passion
But I don't give it away
But when the time's right
I'm a hell of a good night
I'll make you burn bright
As the heat of the day
You picked the wrong one
If you're in it for the long run
I got the passion
But I don't give it away
But when the time's right
I'm a hell of a good night
I'll make you burn bright
As the heat of the day