White roses and misty blue eyes
Red mornings and nothing but grey skies
A cup of coffee, your heart shot clean through

Jacket you bought me gone daisy 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 quick buck 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 sparkling by
Just another pretty thing on high


[Sax solo]

Like a thief on a Sunday morning

It all falls apart with no warning
Satin sky's gone candy-apple green
The crushed metal of your little fine 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