Phoebe

Phoebe found me in the midnight sand,

Phoebe found me alone

Phoebe found me in the cross that lays on my heart,

When the cabaret's been done

And she's been listening to the waverly blues,

So we could walk into the sun

And we've been waiting for these christened and callous hands,

I've been waiting for the sound of guns

Phoebe found me in the midnight sand,

Phoebe found me alone

Phoebe found me in the cross that lays on my heart,

When the cabaret's been done

And I've been drinking to the weight of the news,

As she would show me how to fly,

I've been waiting in these lately-in-comfort hands,

I've been waiting for the sound of guns

Phoebe found me in the midnight sand,

Phoebe found me alone

Phoebe found me in the cross that lays on my heart,

When the cabaret's been done

Phoebe found the gun

Phoebe found the gun

Phoebe found the gun

Phoebe found the gun

And I've been drinking to the weight of the news,

As she would show me how to hide,

I've been cavalier with New York on my mind,

I've been turning towards the light that blinds

Phoebe found me in the midnight sand,

Phoebe found me alone

Phoebe found me in the cross that lays on my heart,

When the cabaret's been done

Phoebe found the gun

Phoebe found the gun

Phoebe found the gun

Phoebe found the gun