Key Biscayne, where the colours are the same
As they were in the dress of the lady I left there
Just like Italy or grand Paris
Or any other place with other mothers, daughters
Cut to the bone, we always fall alone
That's why I never call them back the morning after
Just straighten my tie, and never leave a sign
And don't respond with anything but laughter
When they ask who I am
I say "My dear, I wouldn't want to lie."
When they say I've betrayed them
I tell them I was never on their side
Nevada, where the summers are raw
And the heat does not escape my silk and cotton
Stains of blood and sweat, go dripping down my hand
And fall onto the thirsty sand like rain
Cut to the bone, we always die alone
That's why I never bother to recall their name
Just straighten my tie, shake my head and sigh
Right before the arrow hits my brain
And if they ask who I am
I say "Gentlemen, I wouldn't want to lie."
And when they say I've betrayed them
I tell them I was never on their side
I was never on their side
In the Boston slums I found somebody numb
Someone with an endless heart of patience
And I felt sick, at all the fights I picked
The things I'd done to all her many sons
And if she asks who I am
I'll say "I'm nobody, I'm nothing, I'm anon."
And if she begs me to stay
I'll say "I'm sorry dear, but I must be along."
Can you stay? Can you stay?
I'm sorry, I must surely be along
Can you stay? Can you stay?
Well okay, but not for very long
Can you stay? Can you stay?
Well, okay
I said okay