A Fine Day To Exit

I listen to you time and time again While you tell me just what's right And you tell me a thousand things a day Then sleep somewhere's else at night I'm going back to Kansas City And I love you dear, but just how long Can I keep singing the same old song And I love you dear, but just how long Can I keep singing the same old song I'm going back to Kansas City And you call me to come, then I do And you say you made some mistake You invite me into your house Then you say you gotta pay for what you break I'm going back to Kansas City And I love you dear, but just how long Can I keep singing the same old song And I love you dear, but just how long And I keep singing the same old song I'm going back to Kansas City Gypsy woman, you know every place I go Even a thousand miles away from home You don't care if I'm asleep or I'm awake This fickle heart just turn to stone I'm going back to Kansas City And I love ...

We must play our lives like soldiers in the field The life is short I'm running faster all the time Strength and beauty destined to decay So cut the rose in full bloom 'Til the fearless come and the act is done A love like blood A love like blood 'Til the fearless come and the act is done A love like blood A love like blood Everyday through all frustration and despair Love and hate fight with burning hearts  Til legends live and man is god again And self-preservation rules the day no more   We must dream of promised lands and fields That's never fade in season As we move towards no end we learn to die Red tears are shed on gray 'Til the fearless come and the act is done 'Til the fearless come and the act is done  

Well they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night  Now they blew up his house too Down on the boardwalk they're gettin' ready for a fight  Gonna see what them racket boys can do Now there's trouble busin' in from outta state And the D.A. can't get no relief Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade and The gamblin' commission's hangin' on by the skin of its teeth Everything dies baby that's a fact But maybe everything that dies someday comes back Put your makeup on fix your hair up pretty  And meet me tonight in Atlantic City   Well I got a job and tried to put my money away But I got debts that no honest man can pay So I drew what I had from the Central Trust And I bought us two tickets on that Coast City bus Everything dies baby that's a fact But maybe everything that dies someday comes back Put your makeup on fix your hair up pretty  And meet me tonight in Atlantic City Now our luck may have died and our love may be cold  But wit...