You'll Be Comin' Down
Columbus, Oh ~ March 24, 2008
White roses and misty blue eyes
Red mornin's and nothing but grey skies
A cup a coffee your heart shot clean through
The jacket you bought me gone dazy grey blue
Your smiling now but you'll find out
They use you up and spit you out now
Your heads a spinnin' in diamonds and clouds
Pretty soon it turns out
You'll be comin' down now Baby
You'll be comin' down
What goes around comes around
You'll be comin' down
Easy street, quick luck, and true lies
Smiles as sad as those dusky blue skies
A silver plate of pearls my golden child
It's all yours at least for a little while
You'll be fine long as your pretty face holds out
Then it's gonna get pretty cold out
Endless streams of stars shootin' by
You got your hopes on high
You'll be comin' down now Baby
You'll be comin' down
What goes around now comes around
You'll be comin' down
For a while you go sparklin' by
Just another pretty little thing on high
Like a thief on a Sunday morning
It all falls apart with no warning
Satin skies go candy apple green
The crushed metal of your little flyin' machine
You'll be comin' down now Baby
You'll be comin' down
What goes around here comes around now
You'll be comin' down
~Bruce Springsteen~