I missed you down at Red Bluff Bay Billy said she saw you walking away With some guy she didn't know I waited a while but you never showed I followed your footprints, they led me to the sea You said "summer nights got me mischievous" Your mischief, Mary, got me starting shit I'm 'bout as friendly tonight as a scorpion sting I took a shot but I missed everything I never even saw him coming You drew me a map back to your street I caught a train to the eagle's eye It was my birthday and for the life of me I couldn't eat On the way back it started to rain Your map in my pocket just melted away I made papier-mâché eyes I came to in the nest of eyes A buzzing swarm of West End lies Someone said "you should call the police" I said "Bill, help me to my feet" It's ok, I had it coming I broke three promises already I kissed a girl, dragged a smoke, bought a bottle even though I was broke and clean We made our way to Romantica Stopped at party on the south side And I saw your papier-mâché eyes Well sometimes a man gets to thinking 'bout the big things in the small hours I don't want to assume but I guess that sometimes a woman does too Insert question mark And sometimes a man gets to wondering if he's fallen from the height of his palace And a woman looks him square in the eye and tells him it's indubitably true Love, is that you? Love, I can't do this I can't do this again Love, is that you? Love, just say when you've had enough I've had enough