You'll Be Comin' Down

White roses and misty blue eyes

Red mornings, then nothin' but gray skies

A cup of coffee, a heart shot clean through

Jacket you bought me gone daisy gray-blue

You're smiling now, but you'll find out

They'll use you up and spit you out now

Your head's spinnin' in diamonds and clouds

But pretty soon it turns out

You'll be comin' down now, baby

You'll be comin' down

What goes around, it comes around and you'll be comin' down

Easy street, a quick buck and true lies

Smiles as thin as those dusky blue skies

A silver plate of pearls my golden child

It's all yours, at least for a little while

You'll be fine long as your pretty face holds out

Then it's gonna get pretty cold out

An empty stream of stars shooting by

You got your hopes on high

You'll be comin' down now, baby

You'll be comin' down

What goes around, it comes around and you'll be comin' down

For a while you'll go sparklin' by

Just another pretty thing on high

Like a thief on a sunday morning

It all falls apart with no warning

Your cinnamon sky's gone candy-apple green

The crushed metal of your little flying machine

You'll be comin' down now baby

You'll be comin' down

What goes around, it comes around and you'll be comin' down

You'll be comin' down now baby

You'll be comin' down

What goes around, it comes around and you'll be comin' down