A St. Patty’s celebration
Red roses and a green carnation
Just to let you know that I’m leaving town

I don’t want to see ya
And I won’t miss you either
Enjoy the parade, it’s all for you now

So celebrate with whiskey as the people march on by
And toast the years that we have left behind while we were dreaming
Of the days when the parades would be just yours and mine
And all we had to do was wave and smile

I won’t walk away
From these ordinary days
I might be a little broke down
But just give me time, I’m comin’ ’round

So wait
’til you stop and think it through
There’s flowers in the kitchen
And I swear that most of them are for you

Look at you
All cigarettes and skin
The vodka of your eyes surprising
Guiness running down your chin

Yeah, you
You could die happier tonight
But when you wake up in the morning
What will get you back to your high?

So celebrate with whiskey as the people march on by
And toast the years that we have left behind while we were dreaming
Of the days when the parades would be just yours and mine
And all we had to do was wave and smile

I won’t walk away
From these ordinary days
I might be a little broke down
But just give me time, I’m comin’ ’round

So wait ’til you stop and think it through
There’s flowers in the kitchen
And I swear that most of them are for you

Six blocks, six years between us
Hanging on to holiday greetings
Warm thoughts and vitamins to get you through when the week begins

By the morning light of the fire escape
You’ll dream about trips you’ll never take
Some place where the city doesn’t Want to own you and want to bleed you

A hard night spent upon the rails
Chasing whiskey with vapor trails
You make friends with whoever will do, whatever it takes just to please you

And you’re drunk by 10 am
You pass out just to start again
Smile to the smiling faces and slip away to the darker places

Where the fanfare dies
By parade side
Come back home and try, come back home and try

Well I don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t know anything at all
When you’re sleeping on the floor there is no pride before the fall
And I think I hear you singing when my ear’s against the wall
No, I don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t know anything at all

No I don’t know anything

So wait
’til you stop and think it through
There’s flowers in the kitchen
And I swear that most of them,
Well, very nearly all of them,
Yes, every single one of them except one or two
Are for you