The Last Time I Saw Richard Songtext / Lyric

Last time I saw Richard was Detroit in 68

And told me all romantics meet the same fate

Some day, cynical and drunk and boring someone

In some dark café

You laugh, he said you think you're immune,

Go look at eyes

They're fool of moon

You like roses and kisses and pretty men to tell you

All those pretty lies, pretty lies

When you gonna realize they're only pretty lies

Only pretty lies, pretty lies






He put a quarter in the wurlitzer, and he pushed

Three button sand the thing began to whirl

And a barmaid came by a fishnet stockings and a bow tie

And she said drink up now it's getting on time to close

Richard, haven't really changed, I said

Is she that now will romantic sizing some pain that's see in head

You've got tombs in your in eye, but the songs

You punched are dreaming

Listen, they talk of love so sweet

When you gonna get yourself back on your feet?

Oh and love can be so sweet, love so sweet



Richard got married to a figure skater

And he bought her a dish was her and a coffe percolator

And he drinks at home now most night with the TV on

And all the house lights left up bright

I'm gonna blow this dam candle out

I don't want nobody, comin'over to my table

I go nothing to talk to anybody about

All good dreamer pass this away someday

Hidin' behind bottles in dark café

Dark cafes

Only a dark coccon before

I get my gorgeous wings

And fly away

Only a phase, these dark cafe days