(Tom Waits)
If you want
Money in your pocket
A top hat on your head
A hot meal on your table
And a blanket on your bed
Come to New York City
And I'm leaving on a train
If you want stay behind, wait until
I come back again
Because all our dreams come true
All our dreams come true
One, two, three, four
Today's grey skies
And tomorrow
And tomorrow
Is tears
The moon is up before me
The moon is shining bright
I want you to remember
As I disappear tonight
Today's grey skies
And tomorrow
And tomorrow
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