I was standing in the shadow of your smile yesterday And I felt so doggone safe for a while yesterday I was ready to leave my snail shell made of fear But you just turned your back at me and left me sitting here On my gear
Snowy Sundays melt in sunlight, stormy Mondays grow to ice A lonely voice needs to the desert on his way to paradise White tornadoes shake the palm trees with Sundays turning blue But my shotgun full of jewels will help me to get through To you
Don't you know that I was paying long long years a lot of dues? And don't you know that I was waiting all these years just for you? I keep trying to unfold myself, but you just take a bet That the gunman at the station's saying, "Man you can't do that yet"
'Cause you're playing much too rough now for that lady from the moon And you do not really love her, you're just looking for a spoon To leave your troubles at the doorway of this castle down in Spain The strangers try to make it again and again
