Slow me down to walking speed, up all my downs. Exhale now the vaccum's in my heart and lungs. Wish upon a shooting star, low as I fell, and walk me in tonight and make me leave myself. Gone in the smoke where I'm a lover, I'm a singer in a sing, a total stranger here in the gloom where I am the gossip of the ladies' room. Brush away the midnight ghost down on my blooks, and con away the hours on the city clock. Tonight I'll be a busy man going on travel and dance the night with someone beautiful. Gone in the smoke I'm a lover, I'm a singer in a song, and nobody knows this total stranger here in the gloom, where I am the trader of the men's room. And I can rule with the mob, I can play in the highest of finance. I could buy me my rights whenever I'm wrong, I can leave you behind and set course for a brighter horizon, and place me down under a sky where I belong. Still I'm running down the morning streets, run off my deeds while the parking meter time is closing down on me. Some things are made in heaven, some wishes come true, some do not become what you want them to. Gone in the smoke I'm a lover I'm s singer in a song, and nobody knows this total stranger here in the gloom. When I am gone I'm a lover I'm a killer with a gun. I ain't present I am gone and I am the singer of a magic song.
