Born in the troubled city in rock and roll USA in the shadow of the tallest building, I vowed I would break away. Listened to the Sunday actors but a… - Sixto Rodriguez

Just a song we shared, I'll hear
brings memories back, when you were here
of your smile, your easy laughter,
of your kiss. Those moments after.
I think of you
and think of you
and think of you.

'Cause I lost my job two weeks before Christmas.
And I talked to Jesus at the sewer
and the Pope said it was none of his God-damned business.
While the rain drank champagne,
my Estonian archangel came and got me wasted.
'Cause the sweetest kiss I ever got is the one I've never tasted.
Oh, but they'll take their bonus pay to Molly McDonald.
Neon lady, beauty is that which obeys, is bought or borrowed.

And I'll forget about the girl that said no.
Then I'll tell who I want where to go.
And I'll forget about your lies and deceit
and your attempts to be so discreet.
Maybe today, yeah,
I'll slip away.
And you can keep your symbols of success.
Then I'll pursue my own happiness.
And you can keep your clocks and routines.
Then I'll go mend all my shattered dreams.
Maybe today, yeah,
I'll slip away.