In my waking dream there’s a neon sign that’s beaming
Like a bloodshot eye of a storm.
St. Saxophone he wails as the veils of Salome
Flutter and fall away from her form.
In this waking dream all the brake lights they are shining
Like a bouquet of roses exploding in my mind.
There’s a light in her eyes as the new day is rising.
She smiles and she says, «Honey,
You can call me anytime you need a friend.»
And though I may give her my body,
Always I save my hand
For the one who sleeps with one eye open.
She’s the rose of No Man’s Land.
Now it’s final call in any bar you choose.
Say a ‘Hail Bloody Mary,'
So full of grace and so full of booze.
At the top of the stairs there’s a muse beside my bed.
She says she knows my soul,
Throws her high heel at my head.
A verse for her would not hurt, I suppose,
But I’ll save my chorus and my finest prose
For the one who sleeps with one eye open.
She’s the rose of No Man’s Land.
She’s the one red rose every traveler knows.
She’s the work of a master’s hand,
And she sleeps in a garden with one eye open.
She’s the rose of No Man’s Land.