Babylon

forgive me, forgive me for not writing in so long
i've been sick in my room, i guess you know that's not quite true
it's just with her gone, yeah she's gone, i've been thinking more about you
i haven't forgotten you....or anything like that

you really must believe me when i say things are still the same
except me and the boys, we're going under another name
we're living in this ghost town now, where the hollow creatures lurk
you remember poor james and the blue flames?
well now they're calling themselves the lonely berserk

the night lays low on the boulevards of babylon
the blood flows free cause the boys play hard in babylon
don't you know i kind of like it here
it is my kind of town

hey honey i miss you, yes i miss you, what did you expect me to say
you want a straight answer, all right, i am not coming home
cause you know that there is nothing there for me but you
and it could be i'm not your darling no more
maybe i never was

the night lays low on the boulevards of babylon
the blood flows free cause the boys play hard in babylon
don't you know i kind of like it here
it is my kind of town

we'll be sailing slow on a concrete sea,
to nocturnal haunts in a lower key
strange voices in the night call out to me

there's a lot i meant to do for you in babylon
sometimes dreams just don't come true in babylon
i'll make it up to you someday, somewhere, somehow

there ain't no saints hanging out on the street in babylon
you'll hear no complaints on the satin sheets of babylon
and there's more that i could say, but you have to watch your tongue in babylon

Phil Lee

illustration by John Sieger