You dance real slow
And you wreck it down
Walk away, and you turn around
What did that old blonde guy say?
That is the part you throw away

I want that beggar's eyes
The winning horse
A tidy Mexican divorce
St. Mary's prayers, Houdini's hands
And a barman who always
Understands

Will you lose the flowers
Hold on to the vase?
Will you wipe all those teardrops
Away from your face?
And I can't help feeling as I close the door
I have done all of this
Many times before

The bone must go
The wish must stay
The kiss don't know what the lips will say
Forget I've hurt you
Put stones in our bed
And remember to never
Mind instead
But all of your letters burned up in the fire
And time is just memory mixed with desire
That's not the road, it is only the map, I say
Gone just like matches
From a closed down cabaret

In a Portuguese saloon
A fly is circling around the room
You'll soon forget the tune that they play
Cause that is the part
You throw away
For that is the part
You throw away