The City Blues - Jeff Gold
The peep show eyes
They blink and they glide
Over bare breast slides
The suspecting wives
Still take the ride
They got the city blues
The city blues
They don't know it
That's why they do
Empty pockets parade
Down the lost arcade
The alley ways
Are they beds
Or are they graves?
And the city blues
The city blues
You can hear them
From the roof
And the children still wait
For the great escape
Thru truth's false gate
And they ask
"Is it love or is it fate?"
And the city blues
You got the city blues
So you better put on
Your country shoes
© 1982 Jeff Gold