歌词
[Intro] [Verse] The neon sign is flickering low Watch the coffee steam start to grow A chipped white rim against my lip Take another slow and steady sip The waitress knows my weary face In this lonely, quiet, holy place [Pre-Chorus] The streetcar hums a lonely tune Underneath a faded, paper moon I’m tracing circles on the wood Thinking back to when the world was good [Chorus] Oh, you were my beat poet queen The finest thing I’ve ever seen In nineteen-ninety-something’s haze We lived through all those golden days Just a trumpet and a pocket book With that wild and hungry look [Post-Chorus] Yeah, you had that hungry look Like a secret in a book Now the coffee’s getting cold And the story’s getting old [Verse] You’d read your stanzas to the wall I’d play the blues and stand so tall The West Village was our only home Before I chose to drift and roam Now the flugelhorn is in its case While I’m staring into empty space [Chorus] Oh, you were my beat poet queen The finest thing I’ve ever seen In nineteen-ninety-something’s haze We lived through all those golden days Just a trumpet and a pocket book With that wild and hungry look [Bridge] The double bass begins to walk While the shadows start to talk Minor chords and silver rings The heavy weight that memory brings I’m just a ghost in a worn-out suit With a heart that’s long been mute [Solo] [Verse] Twenty years is a heavy debt For a girl I can’t quite forget You’re a ghost in every diner light In the middle of this New York night The sugar shaker’s nearly dry Just like every lullaby I try [Chorus] Oh, you were my beat poet queen The finest thing I’ve ever seen In nineteen-ninety-something’s haze We lived through all those golden days Just a trumpet and a pocket book With that wild and hungry look [Outro]
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