Bowery

Aw, sorry, fuck, am I-
One, two, three, four

Young man there's a place you can go, you can hide
I know you'll never be fully done or fully satisfied
You want the world, want the girl
Everything in between

And she was sitting next to me last night at the Bowery
Sick to her stomach as she sipped gin and tonic
Tellin' me she'd rather be dead than sleep alone

I told her that she's everything that I lack deep inside
They'll all see, in the passenger seat
Of that black two-seater
That's parked out in the rain

You picked the wrong one
If you're in it for the long run
'Cause I got the passion
But I'on give it away

But when the time's right
I'm a hell of a good night
And I'll make you burn bright
As the heat of the day

Broke down, out of gas, underneath the overpass
Thought we'd have a look around
My old stomping ground
Girl so pretty, won't you leave the city for a while

Thumbed a ride up the road
Window wind is blowin' cold
Jesus is Lord up ahead on a billboard
But tonight sure shows me you roll your ride

You picked the wrong one
If you're in it for the long run
I got the passion
But I'on give it away

But when the time's right
I'm a hell of a good night
I'll make you burn bright
As the heat of the day

You picked the wrong one
If you're in it for the long run
I got the passion
But I'on give it away

But when the time's right
I'm a hell of a good night
I'll make you burn bright
As the heat of the day