Won't you stick around for just another minute
Your telephone is ringing but there's still time to forget it
You're a poster for the runaway I had time so I read it
Stay insane in your barfly game and you won't soon regret it
They won't love you in Chicago oh they'd love to but they couldn't
In another life they'd pass you by but in the end they wouldn't
Only take advice from the wind whichever way the wind is looking
The wind has lots to say and oh you know it says everything it shouldn't
Won't you stick around for just another minute
I'll say the words I need to say to narrate the life I'm livin'
Well we're talking out of turn and we're all losers saints and cynics
One day you'll realize and to our surprise we'll put the screen back in it