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    Back in the old folky days
    The air was magic when we played.
    The riverboat was rockin' in the rain
    Midnight was the time for the raid.

    Oh, Isabela, proud Isabela,
    They tore you down and plowed you under.
    You're only real with your make-up on
    How could I see you and stay too long?

    All along the Navajo Trail,
    Burn-outs stub their toes on garbage pails.
    Waitresses are cryin' in the rain
    Will their boyfriends pass this way again?

    Oh, Mother Goose, she's on the skids
    Sure ain't happy, neither are the kids.
    She needs someone that she can scream at
    And I'm such a heel for makin' her feel so bad.

    I guess I'll call it sickness gone
    It's hard to say the meaning of this song.
    An ambulance can only go so fast
    It's easy to get buried in the past
    When you try to make a good thing last.

    I saw today in the entertainment section
    There's room at the top for private detection.
    To Mom and Dad this just doesn't matter,
    But it's either that or pay off the kidnapper.

    So all you critics sit alone
    You're no better than me for what you've shown.
    With your stomach pump and your hook and ladder dreams
    We could get together for some scenes.

    I never knew a man could tell so many lies
    He had a different story for every set of eyes.
    How can he remember who he's talkin' to?
    'Cause I know it ain't me, and I hope it isn't you.

    Well, I'm up in T.O. keepin' jive alive,
    And out on the corner it's half past five.
    But the subways are empty
    And so are the cafes.

    Except for the Farmer's Market
    And I still can hear him say:
    You're all just pissin' in the wind
    You don't know it but you are.

    And there ain't nothin' like a friend
    Who can tell you you're just pissin' in the wind.

    I never knew a man could tell so many lies
    He had a different story for every set of eyes
    How can he remember who he's talking to?
    Cause I know it ain't me, and hope it isn't you.

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