You`ll Be Comin` Down
Bruce Springstee n
White roses and misty blue eyes
Red mornin's and nothin'
but grey skies
A cup of coffee
your heart shot clean through
Jacket you bought me
gone dazy grey-blue
You're smilin' now
but you'll find out
They'll use you up
and spit you out now
Your head's spinnin' in
diamonds and clouds
But pretty soon it turns out
You'll be comin' down now baby
You'll be comin' down
What goes around
it comes around and
You'll be comin' down
Easy street and cruel luck
and true lies
Smile's as sad as
those dusky blue skies
A silver plate of pearls
my golden child
It's all yours at least
for a little while
You'll be fine long as
your pretty face holds out
Then it's gonna
get pretty cold out
Endless streams of
stars shootin' by
You got your hopes on high
You'll be comin' down now baby
You'll be comin' down
What goes around
it comes around and
You'll be comin' down
For a while you'll go
sparklin' by
Just another pretty thing
on high
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Like a thief on Sunday mornin'
It all falls apart
with no warnin'
Satin sky's gone
candy-apple green
The crushed metal of
your little flyin' machine
You'll be comin' down now baby
You'll be comin' down
What goes around
it comes around and
You'll be comin' down
You'll be comin' down now baby
You'll be comin' down
What goes around
it comes around and
You'll be comin' down