I love to walk down Penny Lane
Because I enjoy the pain
Of seeing you walk by with
a distant hate, like a dead mate.
On the sidewalk I stop dead
As you walk towards me
blonde and blue,
you walk right through me
I am a ghost to you.
Echoes in the pavement.
Dream of a single moment
When we used to talk
I, in-step with your walk.
You were my friend and I saw
a soul in your awry smile.
Over a coffee in a cafe
Together for a little while.
I was too mean, with a heart
Unclean. You saw
What I tried not to see in myself.
The shame and the glory
That could send me to hell.
I begged you to look closer and
See something else.
A lover, a friend, an angel from hell.
I am unholy, that is the way that God
made me. I was hoping that you
Were the Jesus to save me.
I could sit with you as we
Brew over coffee, talk like a man
I didn't cry when you shot me
Down in the gutter you walked by
and you left me.
