While you were out...

the message says

You left a number

and I tried to call

But they wrote it down

in a perfect Spanish scrawl

in a perfect Spanish scrawl



Yet again

I'm missing you

King size bed

(in a) hotel someplace

I hear your name

I see your face

I see your face



(The) back street dolls

and the side door johnnies

The wide eyed boys with their bags full of

money

Back in the alley

going bang to the wall

Tied to the tail

of a midnight crawl

Heaven wouldn't be

so high I know

if the times gone by

hadn't been so low

The best laid plans

come apart at the seams

and shatter all my dreams



Sometimes I feel like...

Screaming

close my eyes

It's times like this

my head goes down

and the only thing I know

is the name of this town

is the name of this town



Yet again

I'm missing you

won't be long

O' coming home

Until that distant time

I'll be moving on

I'll be moving on