Walking 'round town in a place I've never been

In deep, deep manhattan

I recall it all, your dress and how it falls

You rollin' in deep satin.

Won't you call a cab, mister, won't you pay my tab?

There's some kids on the curb haymakin'

And I ain't been home in three years or so

And everyone I know now's mistaken.

Frauds as friends, starts as ends

Big lights is actual love

But you in manhattan rolling in deep satin

Was a painful and wonderful drug.

Well, I've been coming down on a greyhound

That is westbound to the sea

When you see the lights when you hear the rain

There ain't a chance you're thinkin' of me

Is that song stuck in your head?

"Friend of the devil," by the dead

'cause if that's the case, then that's just what I'll be.

There's love when I'm leavin', there's light through the ceiling

I'll set out runnin' home

If I get around out in this place tonight

I'll gladly be takin' myself home

So won't you call a cab, mister, won't you pay my tab?

I heard life was a windin' road

There's no hounds or child around

But the devil follows where I go.

Well, I've been coming down on a greyhound

That is westbound to the sea

When you see the lights when you hear the rain

There ain't a chance you're thinkin' of me

Is that song stuck in your head?

"Friend of the devil," by the dead

'cause if that's the case, then that's just what I'll be.