Don’t Let Us Go Down Walter Becker © 1991/2018 Zeon LLC And when I talk to you girl Whatever am I gonna say I already I told myself I’d Never let it be this way The late rays of the sun All but gone and settling slow The evening’s last gasp Drips down to the courtyard far below The flagstones flicker fade to grey Don’t let us girl go down that way
Ah Mrs. Johnson swore If it was the last thing she ever did The deadbeat on the 2nd floor Would never get her precious angel Where is that splendid vow today Don’t let our deal go down that way Hey there momma momma See what your beatnik boy has done Righteous stack of empty pages A pocket full of crumpled ones And all they’d ever hope to say Don’t let us girl go down this way Too many nights too many days For us to just go down this way Imagination has it’s say Taking you off where it will Thought you’d brush that buzz away Like a pidgin off the windowsill Embrace the first blow of the day So easy now to go that way Every little fool cracks wise Wants to know what life is this Comes on like a day In June and Winds up like a week in Jersey Settled that we’ve gone astray Were never meant to go this way Hey there mommy mommy mommy Look what your golden girl has done Shoebox full of empty vessels Pocket full of brand new ones I’m standing here and still I say Don’t let us girl go down that way Got miles to go and hell to payI t hurts like mad and yet I say We’ll curse ourselves and rue the day We let our thing go down this way