Tight-slacked clad girls on the graveyard shift
neath the cement stroll
Catch the midnight drift
Cigar chewing charlie
In that newspaper nest
Grifting hot horse tips
On who’s running the best
And I’m blinded by the neon
Dont try and change my tune
cause I thought I heard a saxophone
I’m drunk on the moon
And the moons a silver slipper
Its pouring champagne stars
Broadways like a serpent
Pulling shiny top-down cars
Laramer is teeming
With that undulating beat
And some bonneville is screaming
Its way wilder down the street
(chorus)
Hearts flutter and race
The moons on the wane
Tarts mutter their dream hopes
The night will ordain
Come schemers and dancers
Cherry delight
As a Cleveland-bound greyhound
And it cuts throught the night
And I’ve hocked all my yesterdays
Dont try and change my tune
cause I thought I heard a saxophone
I’m drunk on the moon
—Tom Waits