Chestnut Avenue

Buildings are wide on this side of town
You've got the number one room on the floor
The few on the hallway, they're talking about business
"She'll might be too late for the show"

Curtains are blowing like in avant-garde movies
It takes a lot to show up on time
How should I act with a stab on my back?
Just to make sure you'll come through the door

The stars on the evening
The last ones to be seen here
In this room on a bed lies a horse with no head
It travellеd far, but never to be found
Thе star of the evening
The last one to believe it

And how should I act with a stab in my back
Just to make sure you’ll come through the door

Dreaming of an airplane crash
Me on the top, with heavy weights on my back
I’ll go down fast, secretly disappear
Somebody told me to get the hell out of here

And the sky that I’m looking at
Is boring me to death
I’m drifting through the atmosphere
Nobody told me it was shivering out here

When will I know why I am told?
I shouldn’t do this and I shouldn’t do that
The tricky old clue is glued to the few
Who know what they don’t know and what they do