The last of the true believers

Drinking black market vodka in the back of the Scottsman's saloon Then it's red meat and whiskey like a coyote drunk on the moon Outside in Oslo the buskers' all sing the same tune And it's Waltzin'...

I'm goin' back where my garden blooms all year Where the wintertime speaks softly in the fallin' rain I'm goin' back to my green eyed lover there and we will dance along the banks of old Lake...

The wing and the wheel... they carry things away whether it's me that does the leavin' or the love that flies away The moon outside my window looks so lonely tonight oh, there's a chunk out of it's...

My friends think I'm crazy and maybe it's true 'cuz I'll go on and love you this way Though I have discovered that you love another and hardly remember my name My youth was so crazy... my heart was so...

Rita was sixteen years, hazel eyes and chestnut hair. She made the Woolworth counter shine, And Eddie was a sweet romancer and darn good dancer, And they'd waltz the aisles of the five and dime, And...

Oh, its just another summer mornin', Baby, somewhere in this town the heat is rising Oh, I know where you spent last night so you can stop apologizing You say that you've been out... just lookin'...

How I wish that you would call... we have not spoken since last fall now that smokey conversation's come and gone Do I just read between your lines? Or could it be this winter wine?... so sweet upon...

There's a lighthouse in the harbor Giving guidance with it's light But, I had no one to return to As I wandered through the night From the first time that I saw you Standing silent by the shore I knew...

We walk along the Hudson when it snows here in Manhattan. Seems we've lived our lives so out of place. You touch my cheek and I do wonder how this happened that two young lovers could pack their...