All the doughnuts have names that sound
And the moon's teeth marks
Like a tarp thrown all over this
And the steam comes out of the grill like the whole
goddamn town's ready to blow
And the bricks are all scarred
And everyone is behaving like dogs
And the horses are coming down Violin
Road and Dutch is dead on his feet
And all the rooms they smell
And you take on the dreams
of the ones who have slept here
And I'm lost in the window,
and I hide in the stairway
And I hang in the curtain,
And no one brings anything small
They all started out with bad
And the girl behind the counter has
One for every year he's away,
Ah, there's nothing wrong with her that a
hundred dollars won't fix
She has that razor sadness
With the clang and the thunder of
the Southern Pacific going by
And the clock ticks out like
Till you're full of rag water and
And you spill out over the side
to anyone who will listen
I've seen it all through the yellow windows of the evening
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