Carry my bag ten blocks
It's August but it feels like the end of the year
Goin' to dance with the Scottish broads
The house band is playin' like a jukebox
Put a quarter in their jar
You're lookin' like I should take you home
Sing you to sleep in your wicker throne
Left-handed angel, it is time to go
You're either on or you're off
You're either with me or you're not
I'm sorry I had to wake you up
My bags are round, I have to catch the next bus
Your Saturn eyes are tired and wild
You're wavin' goodbye like a jovial child
Steam in your hair, moon on your mind
Go back to sleep in your cotton mine
Wishful thoughts and a Polish sunrise
Left-handed angel, goodbye
(Goodbye)
(Goodbye)
(Goodbye)
(Goodbye)
(Goodbye)
(Goodbye)
(Goodbye)
(Goodbye)
You're either on or you're off
You're either with me or you're not
