European Son Lyrics

Scurrying across the broadwalk Some places I tend to forget Echoings deep in my throat It's so cold in this luncheonette, well

Somebody wants to know you An ordinary boy Somebody wants to know you A standard polaroid, well

Here I am European son Sometimes the passenger European son Here I am

Suffragettes in Washington Disposable serviettes Searching for the quiet life There's no love in this luncheonette, well