Lyrics: Carly Simon. Film Noir.
Got on in New Haven
Last car on the train.
Put my hat on the seat,
Wipe the tears from my eyes.
I watched my life go by,
Like a movie in my brain.
Scenes unreeling;
In a sceneless chain
On the window,
and a silver screen of rain!
And the opening title scroll,
and the score comes in and under.
And I'm in the starring role,
in a world of love-struck wonder;
It's a tale full of promise, about two crazy kids;
Falling in love, but in flashback.
And then the music,
that gorgeous music;
And I wake up,
Rattling down the railroad track.
He could be sweet,
But I stayed on my guard.
Just how good a liar
can a decent man be?
I always played my hand
Like I didn't have the cards.
Cause he held them all
So I could never see.
Yes, he played me for a fool,
and I agreed.
And the closing credits roll,
And the waves come in like thunder.
Cause the hero's lost control,
And I made a fatal blunder.
Just another sad story;
Two star-crossed kids,
Racing headlong up a cul-de-sac.
And then that music,
That mournful music.
And the train's disappearing
Down that railroad track.
And the long, slow dissolve,
As we fade to black
Last car on the train.
Put my hat on the seat,
Wipe the tears from my eyes.
I watched my life go by,
Like a movie in my brain.
Scenes unreeling;
In a sceneless chain
On the window,
and a silver screen of rain!
And the opening title scroll,
and the score comes in and under.
And I'm in the starring role,
in a world of love-struck wonder;
It's a tale full of promise, about two crazy kids;
Falling in love, but in flashback.
And then the music,
that gorgeous music;
And I wake up,
Rattling down the railroad track.
He could be sweet,
But I stayed on my guard.
Just how good a liar
can a decent man be?
I always played my hand
Like I didn't have the cards.
Cause he held them all
So I could never see.
Yes, he played me for a fool,
and I agreed.
And the closing credits roll,
And the waves come in like thunder.
Cause the hero's lost control,
And I made a fatal blunder.
Just another sad story;
Two star-crossed kids,
Racing headlong up a cul-de-sac.
And then that music,
That mournful music.
And the train's disappearing
Down that railroad track.
And the long, slow dissolve,
As we fade to black
Carly Simon
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