White roses and misty blue eyes. Red mornings then nothin' but gray skies. A cup of coffee a heart shot clean through. The jacket you bought me gone daisy gray-blue. You're smiling 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 coming down. What goes around it comes around and. You'll be comin' down. Easy street a quick buck and true lies. Smiles as thin 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. An empty stream of stars shooting by. You got your hopes on high. You'll be comin' down now baby. You'll be coming down. What goes around it comes around and. You'll be comin' down. For a while you'll go sparklin' by. Just another pretty thing on high. Like a thief on a Sunday morning. It all falls apart with no warning. Your cinnamon sky's gone candy-apple green. The crushed metal of your little flying machine. You'll be comin' down now baby. You'll be coming down. What goes around it comes around and. You'll be comin' down. You'll be comin' down now baby. You'll be coming down. What goes around it comes around and. You'll be comin' down