Eastern Nights

In my twisted arms, you fell asleep
As the cathedral bells rang out
Over the chimney pots of Harcourt street
I watched the dribs and drabs attending masses
Those genuflecting heads
Polishing their reading glasses

I watched you sleeping as evening turned to night
But in the morning, you left me traveling to Cambodia
So long, little darling, we’ll meet again on the road
I heard through a friend of a friend
You were dancing in a multicultural burlesque show
Here’s to you, my love

Those eastern nights, they’ll take some beating
Though my drunken professions of love
They didn’t stop you from leaving
Those eastern nights, they left me bitter
And for love nor money
You’d stay with me with, honey
For love nor money
Stay with me
For love nor money
You’d stay with me
For love nor money, you’d stay

By the burned out barber shop I earned my keep
Pouring my guts out in story and song
For the working classes until I was dead on my feet
Then you appeared out of nowhere with a reassuring smile
Arm in arm down Bachelors Walk I swore
That I’d put your past to one side

Ah well, here’s to you, my love
Those eastern nights, they’ll take some beating
Your collection of beautiful lies
I ate them up and gave thanks for inspiring the spieling

Those eastern nights, they left me bitter
And for love nor money, you’d stay with me, honey
For love nor money, you’d stay
For love nor money, you’d stay with me, honey
For love nor money, you’d stay with me
For love nor money, you’d stay with me, honey
For love nor money, stay with me
For love nor money, you’d stay with me, honey
And for love nor money, you’d stay