Phoebe

Phoebe found me in the midnight sand
Phoebe found me alone
Phoebe found me in the cross that lays on my heart
When the cabaret's been done

And she's been listening to the waverly blues
So we could walk into the sun
And we've been waiting for these christened and callous hands
I've been waiting for the sound of guns

Phoebe found me in the midnight sand
Phoebe found me alone
Phoebe found me in the cross that lays on my heart
When the cabaret's been done

And I've been drinking to the weight of the news
As she would show me how to fly
I've been waiting in these lately-in-comfort hands
I've been waiting for the sound of guns

Phoebe found me in the midnight sand
Phoebe found me alone
Phoebe found me in the cross that lays on my heart
When the cabaret's been done

Phoebe found the gun
Phoebe found the gun
Phoebe found the gun
Phoebe found the gun
Phoebe found the gun

And I've been drinking to the weight of the news
As she would show me how to hide
I've been cavalier with New York on my mind
I've been turning towards the light that blinds

Phoebe found me in the midnight sand
Phoebe found me alone
Phoebe found me in the cross that lays on my heart
When the cabaret's been done

Phoebe found the gun
Phoebe found the gun
Phoebe found the gun
Phoebe found the gun

Phoebe found the gun
Phoebe found the gun
Phoebe found the gun
Phoebe found the gun

Phoebe found the gun
Phoebe found the gun
Phoebe found the gun