Ingrid Lucia & The Flying Neutrinos Lonely Side
When the parties spin too fast
and the edge is all worn smooth
when you seek a sweet repast
with a highball glass
two parts pity to one gin-soaked youth
I think you'll know.
When all your new friends just smile
and tell you of your charms
and you're thinking all the while
of their carefree guile
and how it once set off alarms
I think you'll know
I hope you'll know
Baby, it's only
a tattered paper crown
when you're lonely on that lonely
side of town.
Now try not to feel the rush
of a memory misbehave;
a twilight's lilac blush,
that windswept summer's crush
and the honeysuckle nights she gave
Chorus
Dozens of stars in the sky
go on shining all alone
They don't give a damn
'bout the hows and the whys of love
Baby it's only a tattered paper crown
you might as well face it
She's had her last go round
and you're on that lonely
side of town.
