The Mekons Follow

In the undirected light of street dreams
Doing nothing, standing, like to seem casual

With a resemblance to people held by fear
Lit by fire and disrepair
The blue millionaire

Don't listen and keep asking
Only stories reach this far
No one's left and no one's coming

And I will disappear far away from you
The American wind
And the blue millionaire

Blue millionaire
Blue millionaire

There is no such thing as the wrong man
Blue as the dusk that ended my day
And shut off the light and air

I wish I could tell you how he put them in cages
Found you where you slept
Got me down with something else than bruises

Tied me to a blue chair
Lit by fire and disrepair
The blue millionaire

Blue millionaire
Blue millionaire
Blue millionaire
Blue millionaire

Seen him drinking gin from pale blue bottles
Drowning in shadow
Shadows moving in

Forever imagine, imagine it's him
Nearby the window
With dreams broken in

I don't laugh anymore or smile
I am lost in the body the passion of time
He is screening my dreams and everything that's mine

Don't stay in this mirror
Other hands have left me in
You don't blow away as I do

It will be the same again
Turn and point away from here
Steal what you cannot win from the blue millionaire

Blue millionaire
Blue millionaire
Blue millionaire
Blue millionaire

Blue millionaire
Blue millionaire
Blue millionaire

In the undirected light of street dreams
Doing nothing, standing, like to seem casual