“Faces” is Debbie Harry’s very own. She says the slow piano tune is about “life on the Bowery…with bums living in those old hotels where you could stay by the night, very cheaply. They didn’t have rooms. They were sort of like cages with a bed or chair,” she recalls. “They were just flophouses, basi...
[Verse 1]
Faces
Cracked for reason beyond recognition
Uh-huh
His space is
At the Palace, he sleeps for twenty five cents
Uh-huh
Now he's wiping headlights
Windshields with an old rag
It isn't nine to five
Down and dirty, he's an old tramp
He poses like a dead man
The night train passes by
Money's
Not the answer for princes and dancers
Uh-huh
[Verse 2]
He's standing under street lights
He's thinking of his old life
He lost his pretty young wife
The corner is his big plan
His brunch with Jim and jitters
Boston blue laws isn't for shitters
And newsprint is for cheaters
Cement mattress for believers
[Verse 3]
A dirty old bum
He's a dirty old bum
He can't say "Yes"
He can't forget it A dirty old bum
[Verse 4]
Now he's shooting power curves
His buddies think he's got some nerve
Mrs Face had other lovers
Her arms smothered other numbers
[Verse 5]
He freezes
Christmas season, all saints protect him
Uh-huh
His face is
Cracked for reason beyond recognition
Ah
Faces was written by Debbie Harry.
Faces was produced by Mike Chapman.