It was a tight tour night, streets so bright.
The world was so thin and between my bones and skin.
There stood another person
Who was a little surprised
To be face to face with a world so alive.
How I fell...
(Didja feel low?)
Nah. (Huh! ?)
I fell right into the arms of Venus de Milo.

You know it's all like some new kind of drug.
My senses are sharp and my hands are like gloves.
Broadway looked so medieval -
It seemed to flap, like little pages:
And I fell sideways laughing
With a friend from many stages.
How we felt...
(Didja feel low?)
Not at all. (Huh! ?)
I fell right into the arms of Venus de Milo.

Suddenly my eyes went so soft and shaky.
I knew there was pain, but pain is not aching.
Then Richie, Richie said:
"Hey man let's dress up like cops,
Think of what we could do!"
But something, something, it said "you better not."
And I fell.
(Didja feel low?)
Nah. (Huh! ?)
I stood up, walked out the arms of Venus de Milo.