The Next Day lyrics

Tell me when you're sad
I'm gonna make it cool again
I know you're feeling bad
Tell me when you're cool again
Who'd have ever thought of it
Who'd have ever dreamed
That a small town girl like you
Would be the boss of me

Something like Tobacco Road
Living on a lonely road
I will pull you out of there
We will go to Finchley Fair
I will buy a feather hat
I will steal a cricket bat
Smash some windows, make a noise
We will run with Dirty Boys

[Verse 1]
There's a graveyard by the station where the girls
Wear vinyl skirts and sandals from Hungary
The boys ride their Riga 1s upon the little hills
And selfish and greed, the kids die standing
That's where we made our tryst and struggled with our guns
Would you still love me if the clocks could go backwards?
The girls would fill with blood, and the grass will be green again
Remember the dead, they were so great, some of them

I could wear your new blue shoes
I should wear your old red dress
And walk to the crossroads
So take this knife
And meet me across the river
Just shoots and ladders and this is the kiss
American anna fantasticalsation
From nowhere to nothing
And I go way back
Children swarm like thousands of bugs

It's the darkest hour, you're 22
The voice of youth, the hour of dread
It's the darkest hour, and your voice is new
Love is lost, and lost is love
Your country's new, your friends are new
Your house, and even your eyes are new
Your maid is new, and your accent, too
But your fear is as old as the world

Midnight in the Village
Seeger lights the candles
From Bitter End to Gaslight
Baez leaves the stage
Ochs takes notes
When the black girl and guitar
Burn together hot in rage
You've got what it takes
You say too much

"Look into my eyes," he tells her
"I'm gonna say goodbye," he says, yeah
(?)
All the day(?) she thinks of is love, yeah
They whip him through the streets (?)
The gormless and the baying crowd right there
I can't get enough of that doomsday song
You can't get enough of it all
Listen! 

Valentine told me who's to go
Feelings he treasured most of all
The teachers and the football stars
It's in his tiny face
It's in his scrawny hands
Valentine sold his soul
He's got something to say
It's Valentine's day
The rhythm of the crowd
Benny and Judy down

You Feel So Lonely You Could Die
No one else saw you moving through the dark.
Leaving slips of paper somewhere in the park.
Hidden from your friends,
stealing all they knew.
Love is thrown in airless rooms.
Thin vile rewards for you.
I’m gonna tell. Yes, I’ve got to tell, gotta tell
the things you’ve said
When you’re talking in the dark.