paroles de chanson Dead End Zone - Alan Merrill

I was walking up a blind alley
Not seeing the wide open spaces
Opened my eyes
Caught a surprise
This road leads to
A million places
Down in the subway station
I heard somebody play a saxophone
Blowing sweet
"Reet petite"
To the echo of my shoes
On the ground
At the dead end zone

I had a one way ticket
To paradise
That I cashed in for
A tangible thrill
When it was over
It was all over
I was left
Holding a sizeable bill
Backstage
Born in a jazzman's
Siutcase
Baby with a bandstand jones
Birdland
The smoke and the band
Started off the roll of my stone

To the dead end zone

There's always good times
To remember
There's mountains of guilt
To forget
Basement dreams

What do they mean?
My vision ain't materialised yet

And back down in the subway station
I heard somebody play a saxophone
Blowing sweet
"Reet Petite"
To the echo of my shoes

On the ground
At the dead end zone
The dead end zone

Words & Music Alan Merrill