paroles de chanson Virginia Avenue - Tom Waits

Well, I'm walking on down Virginia Avenue
Trying to find somebody to tell my troubles to.
Harold's club is closing, and everybody's going on home:
What's a poor boy to do?

I'll just get on back into my short, make it back to the fort
Sleep off all the crazy lizards inside of my brain.
There's got to be some place that's better than this
This life I'm leading's driving me insane

And let me tell you I'm dreaming...

Let me tell you that I'm dreaming to the twilight
This town has got me down
I've seen all the highlights
I've been walking all around
I won't make a fuss, I'll take a Greyhound bus
Carry me away from here out:
Tell me, what have I got to lose?

'Cause I'm walking on down Columbus Avenue
The bars are all closing, 'cause it's quarter to two
Every town I go to is like a lock without a key
Those I leave behind are catching up on me
Let me tell you they're catching up on me
They're catching up on me
Catching up on me
Catching up on me
Catching up on me