The Felice Brothers - Roll On Arte Lyrics
Oh the turbines poundYour plane touches downThe captain catches your eyeAnd all the city crowsPerched high and lowOn wires watch you walk byOh your hair has changedYour room's rearrangedSomeone's been sleeping insideAnd the curtains closedOn all your windowsTo block out the fried chicken signRoll on, Arte, roll onOh your heart's too good for this townYour eyes cast through the glassAt my so sorry mannequin frownThe porter singsAs he beginsTo clean up the mess that we've madeAnd the christmas treesAre cast on the streetAnd garbage trucks block Hooper laneWell my head is in painBut I can't complainCause my sweetheart waits down the lineAnd in a while we'll beIn a house by the seaOr even if just in my mindRoll on, Arte, roll onOh your heart is too good for this townYour eyes cast through the glassAt my sorry American frownOh my mouth aint fedMy lips aint cherry redAnd my grin might show my bad teethAnd all the people I passGive me a glanceAs if I'm some low-class thief But to you I'm fineAnd I'm in your mindEven if I'm not aroundAnd my arms are strongAnd thats where you belongGive em the love that we've foundRoll on, Arte, roll onOh your heart is too good for this townMy eyes cast through the glassAt your so sorry Marilyn frownAt your so sorry Marilyn frown
