From the album Down On Jones Street

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Lyrics

Sunday night in this old familiar town
Party's over, but there's something going down
Pull up a stool at a neighborhood saloon
You'll be certain to find some action soon

Lady's looking for someone she used to know
Clever culprits want to star in her show
It's not quite Winter, and it's not quite Spring
I'm just waiting to see what the seasons bring

Whiskey and time
Clear my head of the old
I'd stay here with you lovely sirens sipping wine
But I'm searching for the queen of souls

Sidewalk spinning like a tawdry carousel
Through purgatory to the pearly gates of hell
I shot the apple from the head of William Tell
But I still can't remember where I fell

Ragged travelers from the shores of China seas
White shoe gamblers making coin on currencies
Bring your huddled masses yearning to breathe free
I'll invite them all to drink with me

Whiskey and time
Clear my head of the old
I'd stay here with you lovely sirens sipping wine
But I'm searching for the queen of souls