Из альбома: The ’59 Sound
You can tell Gayle, if she calls,
That I'm famous now for all of these rock and roll songs
And even if that's a lie, she should've given me a try
When we were kids on the field of the first day of school
I would've been her fool
And I would've sang out your name in those old high school halls
You tell that to Gayle, if she calls
And you can tell Jane, if she writes,
That I'm drunk off all these stars and all these crazy Hollywood nights
And that's a total deceit, but she should've married me
And tell her I spent every night of my youth on the floor,
Bleeding out from all these wounds
I would've gotten her a ride out of that town she despised
You tell that to Janey, if she writes
But boys will be boys and girls have those eyes
That will cut you to ribbons sometimes
And all you can do is just wait by the moon
And bleed if it's what she says you oughta do
You remind Anna, if she asks why,
That a thief stole my heart while she was making up her mind
I heard she lives in Brooklyn with the cool,
Goes crazy over that New York scene on 7th Avenue
But I used to wait at the diner, a million nights without her,
Praying she won't cancel again tonight
And the waiter served my coffee with a consolation sigh
You remind Anna, if she asks why
Tell her it's all rigtht
You know it's hard to tell you this
Oh it's hard to tell you this
Here's looking at you, Kid