Elope with me Miss Private and we’ll sail around the world I will be your Ferdinand and you my wayward girl How many nights of talking in hotel rooms can you take? How many nights of limping round on pagan holidays? Oh elope with me in private and we’ll set something ablaze A trail for the devil to erase San Francisco’s calling us, the Giants and Mets will play Piazza, New York catcher, are you straight or are you gay? We hung about the stadium, we’ve got no place to stay We hung about the tenderloin and tenderly you tell About the saddest ending of a book you ever had to read The statue’s crying too and well he may I love you I’ve a drowning grip on your adoring face I love you my responsibility has found a place Beside you and strong warnings in the guise of gentle words Come wave upon me from the wider family net absurd “You’ll take care of her, I know it, you will do a better job” Maybe, but not what she deserves Elope with me Miss Private and we’ll drink ourselves awake We’ll taste the coffee houses and award certificates A privy seal to keep the feel of 1960 style We’ll comment on the decor and we’ll help the passer by And at dusk when work is over we’ll continue the debate In a borrowed bedroom virginal and spare The catcher hits for .318 and catches every day The pitcher puts religion first and rests on holidays He goes into cathedrals and lies prostrate on the floor He knows the drink affects his speed he’s praying for a doorway Back into the life he wants and the confession of the bench Life outside the diamond is a wrench I wish that you were here with me to pass the dull weekend I know it wouldn’t come to love, my heroine pretend A lady stepping from the songs we love until this day You’d settle for an epitaph like “Walk Away, Renee” The sun upon the roof in winter will draw you out like a flower Meet you at the statue in an hour Meet you at the statue in an hour
I'm glad to see you I had a funny dream You were wearing funny shoes You were going to a dance You wrer dressed like a punk but you are too young to remember Glad to see you I'm outside the house I'm not thinking well today I've got no energy I'm glad that you are waiting with me Tell me all about your day Breaking off is misery I see a wilderness for you and me Punctuated by philosophy And a wondering how things could've been I'm happy for you You've made it hard for me I counted on your company You are staying with your friends tonight I'm feeling sorry for myself I keep taking everything to be a sign I'm happy for you Now I konw this hurt is poison Too sharp to be bled I'm sitting on my empty bed On my empty bed At night the fever grows it's pounding pounding I'd rather be in Tokyo I'd rather listen to Thin Lizzy-oh Watch the sunday gang in Harajuku There's something wrong with me I'm a cuckoo
Scary moment, lovin' every moment I was high from playig shows We lost singer to her clothes My trouble raised its ugly head I was revealed And I was home in bed I was a kid again Jesus told me, go after every coin like it was the last in the world And protect the wayward child But I'm a little lost sheep I need my Bo Peep I know I need my shepherd here tonight Breaking off is misery I see a wilderness for you and me Punctuated by philosophy And a wondring how things could've been
I'd like to see you But really I should stay away And let you settle down I've got no claims to your crown I was the boss of you And I loved you You konw I loved you It's all over now I was there for you When you are lonely I was there when you were bad I was there when you were sad Now it's my time of need I'm thinking, do I have to plead to get you by my side? I'd rather be in Tokyo I'd rather listen to Thuin Lizzy-oh Watch the Sunday gang in Harajuku There's something wrong with me, I'm a cuckoo
I'm glad to see you I had a funny dream You were wearing funny shoes You were going to a dance You wrer dressed like a punk but you are too young to remember Glad to see you I'm outside the house I'm not thinking well today I've got no energy I'm glad that you are waiting with me Tell me all about your day Breaking off is misery I see a wilderness for you and me Punctuated by philosophy And a wondering how things could've been I'm happy for you You've made it hard for me I counted on your company You are staying with your friends tonight I'm feeling sorry for myself I keep taking everything to be a sign I'm happy for you Now I konw this hurt is poison Too sharp to be bled I'm sitting on my empty bed On my empty bed At night the fever grows it's pounding pounding I'd rather be in Tokyo I'd rather listen to Thin Lizzy-oh Watch the sunday gang in Harajuku There's something wrong with me I'm a cuckoo
Scary moment, lovin' every moment I was high from playig shows We lost singer to her clothes My trouble raised its ugly head I was revealed And I was home in bed I was a kid again Jesus told me, go after every coin like it was the last in the world And protect the wayward child But I'm a little lost sheep I need my Bo Peep I know I need my shepherd here tonight Breaking off is misery I see a wilderness for you and me Punctuated by philosophy And a wondring how things could've been
I'd like to see you But really I should stay away And let you settle down I've got no claims to your crown I was the boss of you And I loved you You konw I loved you It's all over now I was there for you When you are lonely I was there when you were bad I was there when you were sad Now it's my time of need I'm thinking, do I have to plead to get you by my side? I'd rather be in Tokyo I'd rather listen to Thuin Lizzy-oh Watch the Sunday gang in Harajuku There's something wrong with me, I'm a cuckoo
I was surprised, I was happy for a day in 1975 I was puzzled by a dream, stayed with me all day in 1995 My brother had confessed that he was gay It took the heat off me for a while He stood up with a sailor friend Made it known upon my sisters wedding day
I got married in a rush to save a kid from being deported Now she's in love I was so touched, I was moved to kick the crutches From my crippled friend She was not impressed that I cured her on the Sabbath So I went to confess When she saw the funny side, we introduced my child bride To whisky and gin
The priest in the booth had a photographic memory For all he had heard He took all of my sins and he wrote a pocket novel called "The State I Am In" So I gave myself to God There was a pregnant pause before he said ok Now I spend my day turning tables round In Marks & Spencer's They don't seem to mind
I gave myself to sin And I've been there and back again I gave myself to Providence The state that I am in
Oh love of mine, would you condescend to help me I am stupid and blind Desperation is the Devil's work, it is the folly of a boys empty mind Now I'm feeling dangerous, riding on city buses for a hobby is sad Lead me to a living end I promised that I'd entertain my crippled friend My crippled friend
