The Last Time I Saw Richard

The last time I saw Richard was Detroit in '68

And he told me all romantics meet the same fate someday

Cynical and drunk and boring someone in some dark café

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

Go look at your eyes, they're full 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

Just pretty lies"

He put a quarter in the Wurlitzer

And he pushed three buttons, and the thing began to whirr

And a bar maid came by in fishnet stockings and a bow tie

And she said, "Drink up now, it's getting on time to close"

"Richard, you haven't really changed," I said

"It's just that now you're romanticizing some pain that's in your head

You got tombs in your eyes, but the songs you punched are dreaming

Listen, they sing of love so sweet, love so sweet

When you gonna get yourself back on your feet?

Oh, love can be so sweet

Love so sweet"

Richard got married to a figure skater

And he bought her a dishwasher and a coffee percolator, and he

Drinks at home now most nights with the TV on

And all the house lights left up bright

I'm gonna blow this damn candle out

I don't want nobody coming over to my table

I got nothing to talk to anybody about

All good dreamers pass this way some day

Hiding behind bottles in dark cafés, dark cafés

Only a dark cocoon before I get my gorgeous wings and fly away

Only a phase

These dark café days