When the taxis gather in mock solemnity.
Funeral hearses court the death of virginity,
Was it paradise lost or paradise found?
Did we gain respect or were we holding ground?
You had found true love, or so you believed
And the wideboys tattooed your hearts upon their sleeves.
So when you think its time to go,
When you think its time to go,
Dont be surprised, the heroes never show.
And the patter merchants selling false impressions,
Tipping eyes at the waitress with american expressions,
Tie angels to the bar with sweet martinis and their charms
Theyre lying on every word and every arm
Theyre turning down their noses to the best lines
And the cheap wines.
And the wideboys,
They wear their lovebites for their crimes.
So when you think its time to go,
When you think its time to go,
Dont be surprised, the heroes never show.
