You'll Be Comin' Down - Bruce Springsteen

White roses and misty blue eyes

Red mornings and nothing but grey skies

A cup of coffee, your heart shot clean through

Jacket you bought me gone daisy grey-blue

You’re smilin’now but you’ll find out

They’ll use you up and spit you out now

Your head’s spinnin’in diamonds and clouds

But pretty soon it turns out

You’ll be comin’down now baby

You’ll be comin’down

What goes around it comes around and

You’ll be comin’down

Easy street and quick buck and true lies

Smile’s as sad as those dusky blue skies

A silver plate of pearls my golden child

It’s all yours at least for a little while

You’ll be fine long as your pretty face holds out

Then it’s gonna get pretty cold out

Endless streams of stars shootin’by

You got your hopes on high

You’ll be comin’down now baby

You’ll be comin’down

What goes around it comes around and

You’ll be comin’down

For a while you’ll go sparkling by Just another pretty thing on high

Like a thief on a Sunday morning

It all falls apart with no warning

Satin sky’s gone candy-apple green

The crushed metal of your little fine machine

You’ll be comin’down now baby

You’ll be comin’down

What goes around it comes around and

You’ll be comin’down

You’ll be comin’down now baby

You’ll be comin’down

What goes around it comes around and

You’ll be comin’down