Roll On Arte

Oh the turbines pound

Your plane touches down

The captain catches your eye

And all the city crows

Perched high and low

On wires watch you walk by

Oh your hair has changed

Your room's rearranged

Someone's been sleeping inside

And the curtains closed

On all your windows

To block out the fried chicken sign

Roll on, Arte, roll on

Oh your heart's too good for this town

Your eyes cast through the glass

At my so sorry mannequin frown

The porter sings

As he begins

To clean up the mess

that we've made

And the christmas trees

Are cast on the street

And garbage trucks block Hooper lane

Well my head is in pain

But I can't complain

Cause my sweetheart

waits down the line

And in a while we'll be

In a house by the sea

Or even if just in my mind

Roll on, Arte, roll on

Oh your heart is too good for this town

Your eyes cast through the glass

At my sorry American frown

Oh my mouth aint fed

My lips aint cherry red

And my grin might

show my bad teeth

And all the people I pass

Give me a glance

As if I'm some low-class thief

But to you I'm fine

And I'm in your mind

Even if I'm not around

And my arms are strong

And thats where you belong

Give em the love that we've found

Roll on, Arte, roll on

Oh your heart is too good for this town

My eyes cast through the glass

At your so sorry Marilyn frown

At your so sorry Marilyn frown