Bruce Hornsby

B. r. hornsby
My name is vernon james and I live to the south of town
I work my window watching the women go round and round
Some people come here for love
Some people come for fantasy
When two in the morning comes round
My baby comes around for me
Someone come, come my someone
Take the clouds from my eyes, my one
I know that sometime soon
One day well walk in the sun
Im taking tickets and watching
The men always looking down
Sometimes I feel like an animal in
The zoo staring out
No one looks me in the eye