& Hennepin - Tom Waits
it's Ninth and Hennepin
the doughnuts have names that sound like prostitutes
the moon's teeth marks are on the sky
a tarp thrown all over this
the broken umbrellas like dead birds
the steam comes out of the grill
the whole goddamn town's ready to blow...
the bricks are all scarred with jailhouse tattoos
everyone is behaving like dogs
the horses are coming down Violin Road
Dutch is dead on his feet
all the rooms they smell like diesel
you take on the dreams of the ones who have slept here
I'm lost in the window, and I hide in the stairway
I hang in the curtain, and I sleep in your hat...
no one brings anything small into a bar around here
all started out with bad directions
the girl behind the counter has a tattooed tear
for every year he's away", she said
a crumbling beauty, ah
nothing wrong with her that a hundred dollars won't fix
has that razor sadness that only gets worse
the clang and the thunder of the Southern Pacific going by
the clock ticks out like a dripping faucet
you're full of rag water and bitters and blue ruin
you spill out over the side to anyone who will listen...
I've seen it all, I've seen it all
the yellow windows of the evening train...