all the people get strange but their faces look so pretty
the walking graffiti, survivalist bums;
even the secret police shout that you're the one
see how i miss you

every psychopath gets his own magazine these days
i just read about how i can kill in a hundred ways
but i don't want to cause anybody pain
i only want to hold you in my arms again
see how i miss you

i watch this woman in a tight sequined lizard dress--
tosses her hair like a sly caress
she got midnight voice like a beckoning saint
she got something special but you she ain't
see how i miss you

-- Toronto 11/1985