Live In Central Park

[clapton]
In the white room with black curtains by the station.
Blackroof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings.
Silver horses ran down moonbeams in your dark eyes.
Dawnlight smiles on you leaving, my contentment.

[crow]
I'll wait in this place where the sun never shines;
Wait in this place where the shadows run from themselves.

[clapton]
You said no strings could secure you at the station.
Platform ticket, restless diesels, goodbye windows.
I walked into such a sad time at the station.
When i walked out, felt my own need just beginning.

[crow]
I'll sleep in this place where the sun never shines;
Wait in the dark where the shadows run from themselves.

[clapton]
At the party she was kindness in the hard crowd.
Consolation for the old wound now forgotten.
Yellow tigers crouched in jungles in her dark eyes.
Now she's dressing, goodbye windows, tired starlings.

[crow]
I'll wait in the queue where the trains come around;
Wait here with you where the shadows run from themselves.

I've been long, a long way from here
Put on a poncho, played for mosquitoes,
And drank til i was thirsty again
We went searching through thrift store jungles
Found geronimo's rifle, marilyn's shampoo
And benny goodman's corset and pen

Well, o.k. i made this up
I promised you i'd never give up

If it makes you happy
It can't be that bad
If it makes you happy
Then why the hell are you so sad

You get down, real low down
You listen to coltrane, derail your own train
Well who hasn't been there before?
I come round, around the hard way
Bring you comics in bed, scrape the mold off the bread
And serve you french toast again

Well, o.k. i still get stoned
I'm not the kind of girl you'd take home

If it makes you happy
It can't be that bad
If it makes you happy
Then why the hell are you so sad

We've been far, far away from here
Put on a poncho, played for mosquitos
And everywhere in between
Well, o.k. we get along
So what if right now everything's wrong?

If it makes you happy
It can't be that bad
If it makes you happy
Then why the hell are you so sad

(sheryl crow/jeff trott)

Hit it!
This ain't no disco
It ain't no country club either
This is la!

"all i wanna do is have a little fun before i die,"
Says the man next to me out of nowhere
It's apropos of nothing
He says his name's william but i'm sure
He's bill or billy or mac or buddy
And he's plain ugly to me
And i wonder if he's ever had a day of fun in his whole life
We are drinking beer at noon on tuesday
In a bar that faces a giant car wash
The good people of the world are washing their cars
On their lunch break, hosing and scrubbing
As best they can in skirts in suits
They drive their shiny datsuns and buicks
Back to the phone company, the record store too
Well, they're nothing like billy and me, cause

All i wanna do is have some fun
I got a feeling i'm not the only one
All i wanna do is have some fun
I got a feeling i'm not the only one
All i wanna do is have some fun
Until the sun comes up over santa monica boulevard

I like a good beer buzz early in the morning
And billy likes to peel the labels
From his bottles of bud
He shreds them on the bar
Then he lights every match in an oversized pack
Letting each one burn down to his thick fingers
Before blowing and cursing them out
And he's watching the bottles of bud as they spin on the floor
And a happy couple enters the bar
Dangerously close to one another
The bartender looks up from his want ads

All i wanna do is have some fun
I got a feeling i'm not the only one
All i wanna do is have some fun
I got a feeling i'm not the only one
All i wanna do is have some fun
Until the sun comes up over santa monica boulevard

Otherwise the bar is ours,
The day and the night and the car wash too
The matches and the buds and the clean and dirty cars
The sun and the moon but

All i wanna do is have some fun
I got a feeling i'm not the only one
All i wanna do is have some fun
I got a feeling i'm not the only one
All i wanna do is have some fun
Until the sun comes up over santa monica boulevard

(wyn cooper/sheryl crow/bill bottrell/david baerwald/kevin gilbert)

I hitched a ride with a vending machine repair man
He says he's been down this road more than twice
He was high on intellectualism
I've never been there but the brochure looks nice
Jump in, let's go
Lay back, enjoy the show
Everybody gets high, everybody gets low,
These are the days when anything goes

Everyday is a winding road
I get a little bit closer
Everyday is a faded sign
I get a little bit closer to feeling fine

He's got a daughter he calls easter
She was born on a tuesday night
I'm just wondering why i feel so all alone
Why i'm a stranger in my own life
Jump in, let's go
Lay back, enjoy the show
Everybody gets high, everybody gets low
These are the days when anything goes

Everyday is a winding road
I get a little bit closer
Everyday is a faded sign
I get a little bit closer to feeling fine

I've been living in a sea of anarchy
I've been living on coffee and nicotine
I've been wondering if all the thing i've seen
Were ever real, were ever really happening

Everyday is a winding road
I get a little bit closer
Everyday is a faded sign
I get a little bit closer to feeling fine

(sheryl crow/jeff trott/brian macleod)

I think i was wrong
I think you were right
All my angry words
Will keep me up at night
Through the old screen door
I still hear you say
Honey won't you stop
Treating me that way

If you could only see
What love has made of me
Then i'd no longer be in your mind
The difficult kind
Cause babe i've changed

Tell it to me slow
Tell me with your eyes
If anyone should know
How to let it slide
I swear i can see you
Coming up the drive
There ain't nothing like regret
To remind you you're alive

If you could only see
What love has made of me
Then i'd no longer be in your mind
The difficult kind
Cause babe i've changed

I crossed the canyon a thousand times
But never noticed what was mine
What you'll remember of me tonight
Well, it almost makes me cry
Yeah, it almost makes me cry

Oh ballbreaking moon and ridiculing stars
The older i get, the closer you are
Don't you have somewhere that you need to be
Instead of hanging here making a fool of me

If you could only see
What love has made of me
Then i'd no longer be in your mind
The difficult kind
But you won't see the change in me
If you could only see
What love has made of me
But i'll forever be in your mind
The difficult kind
But you won't see, no you won't see
The good in me
But babe i've changed
Cause babe i've changed

(sheryl crow)

Hey let's party, let's get down, let's turn the radio on,
This is the meltdown.
Get out the camera, take a picture,
The drag queens and the freaks
Are all out on the town.
And cowboy jane's in bed
Nursing a swollen head.

Sunshine sally and peter ustanov
Don't like the scene anyhow.
I dropped acid on a saturday night
Just to see what the fuss was about.
Now there goes the neighborhood.

The photo chick made to look sickly
Is standing in her panties in the shower.
She plays the guitar in the bathroom
While the police dust her mother's plastic flowers.
And schooboy john's in jail
Making a killing through the u.s. mail.

Sunshine sally and peter ustanov
Don't like the scene anyhow.
I dropped acid on a saturday night
Just to see what the fuss was about.
There goes the neighborhood.
There goes the neighborhood.

This is the movie of the screenplay of the book about a girl who meets a junkie.
The messenger gets shot down just for carrying the message to a flunky.
We can't be certain who the villains are 'cuz everyone's so pretty
But the afterparty's sure to be a wing-ding as it moves into your city.

Sunshine sally and peter ustanov
Don't like the scene anyhow.
I dropped acid on a saturday night
Just to see what the stink was about.
Sunshine sally and peter ustanov
Don't like the scene anyhow.
I dropped acid on a saturday night
Just to see what the fuss was about.
There goes the neighborhood.
There goes the neighborhood.

(sheryl crow/jeff trott)