The Part You Throw Away

The Part You Throw Away - Tom Waits (汤姆·威兹)

You dance real slow

You wreck it down

You walk away then you

Turn around

What did that old blonde

Gal say

That is the part

You throw away

I want that beggars eyes

A winning horse

A tidy Mexican divorce

St Mary's prayers

Houdini's Hands

And a Barman who always

Understands

Will you loose the flowers

Hold on to the vase

Will you wipe all those teardrops

Away from your fase

I can't help thinking

As I close the door

I have done all of this

Many times before

The bone must go

The wish can stay

The kiss don't know

What the lips will say

Forget I've hurt you

Put stones in your bed

And remember to never

Mind instead

Well all of your letters

Burned up in the fire

Time is just memory

Mixed in with Desire

That's not the road it is

Only the map I say

Gone just like matches

From a closed down cabaret

In a Portuguese Saloon

A fly is a circling around

The room

You'll soon forget the

Tune that you play

For that is the part

You throw away

Ah that is the part

You throw away