Back in the old folky days,
The air was magic when we plaid,
The river boat was rocking in the rain,
Midnight was the time for the raid,

Oh Isabella, proud Isabella,
The tore you down and plowed you under,
You're only real with your makeup on,
How could i see you and stay too long,

All along the Navajo trail,
Burn outs stub their toes on garbage pails,
Waitresses are crying in the rain,
Will their boyfriends pass this way again,

Oh, Mother Goose, she's on the skids,
She sure ain't happy, neither are the kids,
She need someone that she can scream at,
And I'm such a heel, for making her feel so bad,

I guess I'll call it sickness gone,
It's hard to say the meaning of this song,
An ambulance can only go so fast,
It's easy to get buried in the past,
When you try to make the good things last,

I saw today in the entertainment section,
There's room at the top for private detection,
To mom and dad this juste doesn't matter,
But it's either that or pay off the kindnappers,

So all you critics sit alone,
You're not better than me for what you've shown,
With your stomach pump and your hook and ladder dreams,
We could get together for some scene,

Well I'm up in T.O. keeping jive alive,
And out on the corner it's half past five,
But the subways are empty and so are the cafes,
Except for the farmer's market and i still can hear him say,

You're all just pissin' in the wind,
You don't know it but you are,
And there ain't nothing like a friend,
Who can tell you when you're just pissin' in the wind,

I never knew a man who could tell so many lies,
He had a different story for every set of eyes,
How can he remember who he's talking to,
'Cause I know it ain't me and I hope it isn't you...