Yea, you walk with the sun on your back 
with you're clothes soaking through 
on a handle of a suitcase that’s broken in two 
and a curled (or curdled) cigarette 
that you lit, when you threw the captain 

yea and he saw [bad word] 
but he wouldn't stop the rain 
'cause he knew the perfect pictures 
were lying underneath the train 
yea and he ain't your hero 
yea but why should you care? 
'cause her memory stills lingers there 
and her memory still lingers there 

And I've been up so long 
And I've been up so long 
And I've been up so long that I don't think that I could get down 
No, I don't think that I could get down 

Yeah and Valentine woke me with a coffee and a suite 
And her long black stockings 
And her brown leather boots 
And that pen, she writes all the words on the sides of the pages 
Got drowned in the flood 

Yea and I asked if she would dance 
Down to the station with me 
But she couldn't hear the question 
From all the music in the street 
And I would have asked her again 
Yea but I knew she'd be thinking of him 
Yea and I knew she'd be thinking of him 

And I've been up so long 
I've been up so long 
I've been up so long that I don't think that I could get down 
No, I don't think that I could get down. 

Oh and all of the players, 
Snow White, in the show 
And the broken beer bottles and my old ragged clothes 
That I wore last night, yes and the night before 
But I just don't care 
No I just don't care anymore 

And there ain’t no use in pretending 
that you like me if you don't 
Because I don't like you 
And I can promise that I won't 
Ever believe a word that you say 
'cause you're a liar, and a phony, and a fake! 
No, you're a liar, and a phony, and a fake! 

And I've been up so long 
And I've been up so long 
And I've been up so long that I don't think that I could get down 
No, I don't think that I could get down 
No, I don't think that I could get down, down