I see San Antonio burning
Through the barred station window
I see angels on boats beating trumpets of gold

In the sky above the old rodeo

As I roll off my prison mattress

And I drink from the station house sink
I can see that blotter in the water
With my name bleeding newspaper ink


She was long white legs and diamonds
I was a Long Island lawyer in black

I should have known as we walked through the World's Fair
That she'd die with a knife in the back


O doc, O doc, I need my morphine
As the guard drags his keys across the bars
I can see Mr. Pain, beyond the window frame

In empty golden hills beyond the stars

I see San Antonio burning

Through the barred station window
I see angels on boats beating trumpets of gold
In the sky above the old rodeo