Quimby As Perfect Strangers Lyrics

All over the world
the time is the same the time
when we are changing
New ways to find
old ones to blame
just save a smoke for the morning

I could cry, cry for the Savior

for I hope every evening t
hat my flame sleeps away
and the whole wide world
is an ashtray for me in the morning

As perfect strangers
I wear down the world
meeting bad angels
down on the earth

Under the sky the scene is the same
we sin and then comes the praying Wounded girls wounded games
they try to keep on playing

I had a tale and I had a partner
but now they're gone with the night train
There must be a wind up or down under
that shows me the right way

As perfect strangers
I wear down the world
meeting bad angels
down on the earth

Fellows, it seems

I'm losing the flame
and running out of dreams
with the morning train