text: The last time I saw Richard was Detroit in 68
  And he told me all romantics meet the same fate someday
  Cynical and drunk and boring someone in some dark café
  You laugh he said you think youre immune
  Go look at your eyes theyre full of moon
  You like roses and kisses and pretty men to tell you
  All those pretty lies pretty lies
  When you gonna realize theyre only pretty lies
  Only pretty lies just pretty lies
  He put a quarter in the Wurlitzer and he pushed
  Three buttons and the thing began to whirr
  And a bar maid came by in fishnet stockings and a bow tie
  And she said Drink up now its getting on time to close
  Richard, you havent really changed I said
  Its just that now youre romanticizing some pain thats in your head
  You got tombs in your eyes but the songs you punched are dreaming
  Listen, they sing of love so sweet, love so sweet
  When you gonna get yourself back on your feet?
  Oh and love can be so sweet Love so sweet
  Richard got married to a figure skater
  And he bought her a dishwasher and a coffee percolator
  And he drinks at home now most nights with the TV on
  And all the house lights left up bright
  Im gonna blow this damn candle out
  I dont want nobody comin over to my table
  I got nothing to talk to anybody about
  All good dreamers pass this way some day
  Hidin behind bottles in dark cafes dark cafes
  Only a dark cocoon before I get my gorgeous wings and fly away
  Only a phase these dark café days