Classic Gemini

Cold and lonesome is the night,

Tell your heart to just sit tight,

She's a classic Gemini and she'll come around.

Like a star that's orbiting,

She will come back wandering,

She's a classic Gemini and she'll come around.

Get to know everybody that she can be,

Wrap your arms around whoever you meet.

Don't consult no horoscope,

Put away your telescope,

She's a classic Gemini and she'll come around.

All the stars in her eyes will shine so bright,

When it's right see her light come roll through the night.

Constellations rise and fall

While you're waiting for her call,

But she's a classic Gemini and she'll come around.

Waiting for love's equinox,

Watching shadows on the rocks,

She's a classic Gemini and she'll come around.

Keep your faith as you trace your world in its spin,

Give it time you will find your beautiful twin.

She dances on the rooftops in a camo bikini,

She looks like the vision of a redneck Fellini;

I sell second-hand dreams just to survive,

And I play your gut strings and I juggle your knives.

Once in the old days I was loved by an heiress,

She wanted to take me to Zurich and Paris;

In the tunnel of love, bewitched and bamboozled,

From the circus I wrote her my regrets and refusal.

The moon was a crescent, the river was troubled,

The marines were dismantling a box in the rubble;

And listening to the silence and whispering prayers,

And remembering the girl at the top of the stairs.

Well it's a bird in the hand and a hand in the bush,

Then a rented tuxedo and the First Baptist Church;

They'll cut off your mullet before you know what for,

And hand you a rifle and march you to war.

Pardonnez-moi, M. Duchamp -- le telephone blanc.

For the critics' consternation and long-distance taunts;

The adagio plays and every jeune fille

Blows her kisses to the peacock as he struts on the keys.

Well the heiress grew sad, in love disappointed,

Her talk was embittered and somewhat disjointed;

So l hear through the grapevine of jugglers and clowns,

And they laugh What's the matter -- was she holding you down?

So I watch on the rooftops the girl who's not mine,

Through the bars on the window as I serve out my time,

I'd paint her for the ages but I know that'd fail

To capture her beauty -- so fleeting, so frail.

I was asking the storm clouds deep in my despair

Why is fate so capricious and fortune unfair?

The thunder replied through clouds black as coal,

Don't ever stop me when I'm on a roll.