Tekst
Oh the turbines pound
Your plane touches down
The captain catches your eye
And all the city crows
Perched high and low
On wires, watch you walk by
Oh your hair has changed
Your room's rearranged
Someone's been sleeping inside
And the curtains closed
On all your windows
To block out the fried chicken sign
Roll on Arte, roll on
Oh your heart is too good for this town
Your eyes cast through the glass
At my so sorry manniquin frown
The porter sings
As he begins
To clean up the mess that we've made
And the Christmas trees
Are cast on the street
And garbage trucks block Hooper lane
Well my head is in pain
But I can't complain
'Cause my sweetheart waits down the line
And in a while we'll be
In a house by the sea
Or even if just in my mind
Roll on Arte, roll on
Oh your heart is too good for this town
Your eyes cast through the glass
At my sorry American frown
Oh my mouth aint fed
My lips ain't cherry red
And my grin might show my bad teeth
And all the people I pass
Give me a glance
As if I'm some lower class freak
But to you I'm fine
And I'm in your mind
Even if I'm not around
In my arms I am strong
And thats where you belong
Give 'em the love that we've found
Roll on Arte, roll on
Oh your heart is too good for this town
My eyes cast through the glass
At your so sorry Marylyn frown
At your so sorry Marylyn frown
