friday night on the avenue
you don't know this city like I do
all the roads laid out like limbs
and the past is the past and I know we can never win

but I've had enough
had enough
I don't even need your love

put it down in a country tune
cold sweat in the soft glow of the moon
and my bed is a carousel
I get nowhere turning all night the thought of you

maybe there is a mystery
some voice from the void that could render it happy
but I work my world in a livery
I got no god who can mend miraculously

and I've had enough
had enough
I don't even need your love
I swear now I had enough
spent up
been chewing this one over a while; it's tough
there's a trombone on the radio
there's a band of angels singing in my ear
and I've had enough
I don't even need your love

all the signs are pointing home
go back to your room, peter
think what you've done
with a bottle of booze and a fine comb
funny as hell the lengths we can run

for the same old days
in the same old sun
I'm the same old child
with my same old loves

I could tear it up!
I could smoke it out!
I could cut this cord!
it could be undooooooooooone
yeah!

saw your face on the morning news
they were asking what you make of a war we were bound to lose
and your eyes light up like a live wire
cut from the roof of a house we would never use

maybe there is a mystery
some grace in the heart of the God of our Family
but I know your love--I feel it keen
it rots by the side of the road I'm walking

and now I've had enough
had enough
I don't even need your love
had enough
spent up
been sleeping now on this one a while; it's rough

there's a soft bleed in my memory
there's a little demon hovering at my ear
and I've had enough
I don't even need your love