In the corner
of my eye
I saw you in Rudy's,
you were very high.
You were high!
It was a cryin' disgrace.
They saw your face.
On the counter,
by your keys,
was a book of numbers
and your remedies.
One of these
surely will screen out the sorrow:
but where are you tomorrow.
I can't cry anymore
while you run around.
Break away!
Just when it
seems so clear
that it's over now,
drink your big black cow
and get out of here.
Down to Greene Street,
there you go.
Lookin' so outrageous
and they tell you so.
You should know,
how all the pros play the game:
you change your name.
Like a gangster
on the run
you will stagger homeward
to your precious one.
I'm the one
who must make everything right:
talk it out till daylight.
I don't care anymore
why you run around.
Break away!
Just when it
seems so clear
that it's over now,
drink your big black cow
and get out of here.