Song | Downtown |
Artist | John Waite |
Album | Temple Bar |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Lyrics:J.Waite/G.Burtnick Music:J.Waite/G.Burtnick | |
I wait for sundown on the fire escape | |
And watch the passing cars downstairs | |
I'm high above Korean groceries | |
A sublet castle in the air | |
It's down to cigarettes and rosaries | |
Christ, I wish someone would call me | |
Johnny Thunders on the radio | |
Ah but "you can't put your arms | |
Around a memory" | |
Maybe I could find a better way | |
But all I need is to feel connected now | |
Do you remember me | |
I sang that song you like | |
I sang that song for free | |
Now someone else sounds like me | |
As I make my way downtown | |
Downtown | |
Oh yeah | |
Downtown | |
See the old men on the Bowery | |
Take the night train to the stars | |
You can find me in the usual place | |
Inside the Temple Bar | |
I hear that Sally's got a gift for me | |
I hear she found it on St. Mark's | |
These days they all just talk like poetry | |
And shoot their mouths off shooting sparks | |
Maybe I could find a better way | |
But all I need now is to feel connected | |
Do you remember me | |
I sang that song you like | |
Way back in eighty-three | |
Number one | |
High as a kite | |
As I made my way downtown | |
Downtown | |
Oh yeah | |
Downtown | |
They've got paper cups for charity | |
Kools, pills and broken teeth, and dope | |
But I'll take another dry martini | |
And a chance on hope | |
And now someone else waits for me | |
And I got to get downtown | |
Downtown | |
Oh yeah | |
Downtown | |
I'm going way downtown | |
Oh yeah | |
I'm gonna see the man | |
I'm going way downtown | |
See the man | |
Going down yeah | |
I'm gonna see the man | |
Going downtown | |
Do you remember me |
Lyrics: J. Waite G. Burtnick Music: J. Waite G. Burtnick | |
I wait for sundown on the fire escape | |
And watch the passing cars downstairs | |
I' m high above Korean groceries | |
A sublet castle in the air | |
It' s down to cigarettes and rosaries | |
Christ, I wish someone would call me | |
Johnny Thunders on the radio | |
Ah but " you can' t put your arms | |
Around a memory" | |
Maybe I could find a better way | |
But all I need is to feel connected now | |
Do you remember me | |
I sang that song you like | |
I sang that song for free | |
Now someone else sounds like me | |
As I make my way downtown | |
Downtown | |
Oh yeah | |
Downtown | |
See the old men on the Bowery | |
Take the night train to the stars | |
You can find me in the usual place | |
Inside the Temple Bar | |
I hear that Sally' s got a gift for me | |
I hear she found it on St. Mark' s | |
These days they all just talk like poetry | |
And shoot their mouths off shooting sparks | |
Maybe I could find a better way | |
But all I need now is to feel connected | |
Do you remember me | |
I sang that song you like | |
Way back in eightythree | |
Number one | |
High as a kite | |
As I made my way downtown | |
Downtown | |
Oh yeah | |
Downtown | |
They' ve got paper cups for charity | |
Kools, pills and broken teeth, and dope | |
But I' ll take another dry martini | |
And a chance on hope | |
And now someone else waits for me | |
And I got to get downtown | |
Downtown | |
Oh yeah | |
Downtown | |
I' m going way downtown | |
Oh yeah | |
I' m gonna see the man | |
I' m going way downtown | |
See the man | |
Going down yeah | |
I' m gonna see the man | |
Going downtown | |
Do you remember me |
Lyrics: J. Waite G. Burtnick Music: J. Waite G. Burtnick | |
I wait for sundown on the fire escape | |
And watch the passing cars downstairs | |
I' m high above Korean groceries | |
A sublet castle in the air | |
It' s down to cigarettes and rosaries | |
Christ, I wish someone would call me | |
Johnny Thunders on the radio | |
Ah but " you can' t put your arms | |
Around a memory" | |
Maybe I could find a better way | |
But all I need is to feel connected now | |
Do you remember me | |
I sang that song you like | |
I sang that song for free | |
Now someone else sounds like me | |
As I make my way downtown | |
Downtown | |
Oh yeah | |
Downtown | |
See the old men on the Bowery | |
Take the night train to the stars | |
You can find me in the usual place | |
Inside the Temple Bar | |
I hear that Sally' s got a gift for me | |
I hear she found it on St. Mark' s | |
These days they all just talk like poetry | |
And shoot their mouths off shooting sparks | |
Maybe I could find a better way | |
But all I need now is to feel connected | |
Do you remember me | |
I sang that song you like | |
Way back in eightythree | |
Number one | |
High as a kite | |
As I made my way downtown | |
Downtown | |
Oh yeah | |
Downtown | |
They' ve got paper cups for charity | |
Kools, pills and broken teeth, and dope | |
But I' ll take another dry martini | |
And a chance on hope | |
And now someone else waits for me | |
And I got to get downtown | |
Downtown | |
Oh yeah | |
Downtown | |
I' m going way downtown | |
Oh yeah | |
I' m gonna see the man | |
I' m going way downtown | |
See the man | |
Going down yeah | |
I' m gonna see the man | |
Going downtown | |
Do you remember me |