You'll Be Comin' Down

White roses and misty blue eyes
Red mornin's and nothing but grey skies
A cup of coffee, your heart shot clean through
Jacket you bought me gone daisy grey-blue
You're smiling now, but you'll find out
They'll use you up and spit you out now
Your head's spinning in diamonds and clouds
But pretty soon it turns out

You'll be coming down now, baby
You'll be coming down
What goes around, it comes around and
You'll be coming 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 going to get pretty cold out
An endless stream of stars shooting by
You got your hopes on high

You'll be coming down now, baby
You'll be coming down
What goes around, it comes around and
You'll be coming down

For a while you'll go sparkling by
Just another pretty thing on high

Like a thief on Sunday morning
It all falls apart with no warning
Satin sky's gone candy-apple green
The crushed metal of your little flying machine

You'll be coming down now, baby
You'll be coming down
What goes around, it comes around and
You'll be coming down
You'll be coming down now, baby
You'll be coming down
What goes around, it comes around and
You'll be coming down