The Late John Garfield Blues - Live

Black faces pressed against the glass
 While rain has pressed it's weight
 Wind blown scarves in top down cars
 All share one western trait
 Sadness leaks through tear-stained cheeks
 From winos to dime-store Jews
 Probably don't know they give me
 These late John Garfield blues
 Midnight fell on Franklin Street
 And the lamppost bulbs were broke
 For the life of me, I could not see
 But I heard a brand new joke
 Two men were standing upon a bridge
 One jumped and screamed you lose
 And just left the odd man holding
 Those late John Garfield blues
 Old man sleeps with his conscience at night
 Young kid sleeps with his dream
 While the mentally ill sit perfectly still
 And live through life's in-betweens
 I'm going away to the last resort
 In a week or two, real soon
 Where the fish don't bite but once a night
 By the cold light of the moon
 The horses scream the nightmares dream
 And the dead men all wear shoes
 'Cause everybody's dancing
 Those late John Garfield blues