When the rooster crows at the break of dawn
Look out your window and I’ll be gone
Look through any window, yeah
What do you see?
Smilin’ faces all around
Rushin’ through the busy town
(Where do they go?) Movin’ on their way
Walkin’ down the highways and the byways
(Where do they go?) Movin’ on their way
People with their shy ways and their sly ways
Trailer’s for sale or rent
Rooms to let, 50 cents
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain’t got no cigarettes
Ah, but, two hours of pushin’ broom
Buys an eight by twelve four-bit room
I’m a man of means by no means
King of the road
Day into night, she’s with me
The then of a card, she’s there
First time is free, you know
But from now on
Pay me, me, me, me, me
HAHAHAHAHA!
YOU LOSE…
Pay, you will pay tomorrow
You’re gonna pay tomorrow
You will pay tomorrow
Save me, save me from tomorrow
I don’t want to sail with this ship of fools, no no
Oh, save me, save me from tomorrow
I don’t want to sail with this ship of fools, no no
I want to run and hide
Right now
We returned to Port with sorrow in our chests
An evil shadow followed us on every quest
Never to feel joy again was our fate
Only misery and death, fear, and burning hate
Howling winds and the raging waves
Cracked upon the boats
And torn from safety, torn from life
Men with little hope
Ghostly echoes at the harbour
Whispering of death
Women weeping holding hands
Of those they still have left
Shadows falling at the harbour
Women stand around
Weather storms another way
For men the sea have drowned
Fishing boats go out across the evening water
Smuggling guns and arms across the Spanish border
The wind whips up the waves so loud, the ghost moon sails among the clouds
Turns the rifles into silver on the border
On my wall the colors of the maps are running
From Africa the winds they talk of changes coming
Torches flare up in the night, the hand that sets the farms alight
Has spread the word to those who’re waiting on the border
The wild dogs cry out in the night
As they grow restless, longing for some solitary company
I know that I must do what’s right
As sure as Kilimanjaro rises like Olympus above the Serengeti
I seek to cure what’s deep inside
Frightened of this thing that I’ve become
It’s gonna take a lot to drag me away from you
There’s nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
I bless the rains down in Africa
Gonna take some time to do the things we never had
Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun
The Japanese don’t care to
The Chinese wouldn’t dare to
Hindoos and Argentines sleep firmly from 12 to one
But Englishmen detest a siesta
Lazy bones, sleepin’ in the sun
How you ‘spect to get your day’s work done?
Never get your day’s work done
Sleepin’ in the noon day sun.
-“BB”-
Wake up, you sleepy head
Rub your eyes, get out of bed
Gotta get up
Gotta get out
Gotta get home before the morning comes
What if I’m late
Got a big day
Gotta get home before the sun comes up
We gotta get out of this place
If it’s the last thing we ever do
We gotta get out of this place
Girl, there’s a better life for me and you
Somewhere baby, somehow I know it, baby
Go, gotta get away, gotta get away
Now go go go
I’m gonna leave you, woman
Gonna leave you, woman
Bye-bye
Bye-bye…
Wake me up before you go-go
Just call me angel of the morning, angel
Just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby.
Just call me angel of the morning, angel
Then slowly turn away from me.
Wake up, little Susie, wake up!
Oh, Suzie Q, oh, Suzie Q
Oh, Suzie Q, baby, I love you, Suzie Q
I like the way you walk
I like the way you talk
I like the way you walk
I like the way you talk, Suzie Q
Now Suzanne takes your hand and she leads you to the river
She’s wearing rags and feathers from Salvation Army counters
And the sun pours down like honey on our Lady of the Harbor
And she shows you where to look among the garbage and the flowers
There are heroes in the seaweed, there are children in the morning
They are leaning out for love and they will lean that way forever
While Suzanne holds the mirror