The Return Of Art Pepper: Broadway

broadway is dark tonight

a little weaker than you used to be

see the young man sitting in the old man's bar

waiting for his turn to die

the cowboy kills the rock star

and friday night's gone too far

the dim light hides all the years

on all the faded girls

forgotten but not gone

you drink it off your mind

you talk about the world

like it's someplace that you've been

you see you'd love to run home

but u know u ain't got one

and you're living in a world

that you're best forgotten around here

you choke down all your anger

forget your only son

you pray to statues when you're sobered up for fun

your anger don't impress me

the world slapped in your face

it always rains like hell

on the losers day parade

see you'd love to run home

and your livin' in a world

that you're best forgotten

and when you're thinking you're a joke

and nobody's gonna listen

to one small point

i know they've been missin' around here

but u know u ain't got one

and you're livin' in a world

where you're best forgotten

and if you're thinking you're a joke

do you think that they'll listen

to that one small point

i know they've been missing around here