Release the Stars

Haven't fallen down in a while. Sitting here, walking the line. Well that's ok, I ain't no book. 'Cause nobody's off the hook. See you looking so sad. Trying to live your life in style. Well that's ok, you ain't no crook. 'Cause nobody's off the hook

I'm going to a town that has already been burnt down I'm going to a place that has already been disgraced I'm gonna see some folks who have already been let down I'm so tired of America I'm gonna make it up for all of The Sunday Times I'm gonna make

Who will be at Sanssouci tonight? The boys that made me lose the blues and then my eyesight. All together, playing games of cards. Gambling the tiny shards of brass once my heart. Who will be at Sanssouci tonight. I'm looking through the window from

I'm leaving for Paris. No I don't think that I'll see you. I'm leaving for Paris. No I don't think that I need to. So I'm leaving for Paris. Won't you try to take care of yourself. I pray you won't follow Through the crooked streets behind me. I pray