6.Roll On Arte
Oh the turbines pound
Your plane touches down
The captain catches your eye
And all the city crows
Perched high and low
On wires watch you walk by
Oh your hair has changed
Your room's rearranged
Someone's been sleeping inside
And the curtains closed
On all your windows
To block out the fried chicken sign
Roll on, Arte, roll on
Oh your heart's too good for this town
Your eyes cast through the glass
At my so sorry mannequin frown
The porter sings
As he begins
To clean up the mess
that we've made
And the christmas trees
Are cast on the street
And garbage trucks block Hooper lane
Well my head is in pain
But I can't complain
Cause my sweetheart
waits down the line
And in a while we'll be
In a house by the sea
Or even if just in my mind
Roll on, Arte, roll on
Oh your heart is too good for this town
Your eyes cast through the glass
At my sorry American frown
Oh my mouth aint fed
My lips aint cherry red
And my grin might
show my bad teeth
And all the people I pass
Give me a glance
As if I'm some low-class thief
But to you I'm fine
And I'm in your mind
Even if I'm not around
And my arms are strong
And thats where you belong
Give em the love that we've found
Roll on, Arte, roll on
Oh your heart is too good for this town
My eyes cast through the glass
At your so sorry Marilyn frown
At your so sorry Marilyn frown
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