Magazine Rickie Lee Jones

Homeboys
Calling from the corners
Station to station
For the magazine
But her pages are turning
Out the lights in the windows
And all that you're reading
Is the braille night

I can't come out
And play Paddy with
The Precinct boys no more
But you and me baby
We'll be lovers again
But she's walking to the A
Walking to the B
Walking to the C now
Where are you going?
I'm just going with him...

He could be anywhere
I don't know where he is
I know he's coming
I know he's coming to me
It could be anyday
I will know right away
I'll know he's Coming
I'll know he's Coming to me
I'll know he's Coming
I'll know he's Coming to me now...