Roll on Arte - The Felice Brothers

Oh the turbines pound

Your plane touches down

The captain catches your eye

And all the city crows

Perched high and low

On wires watch you walk by

Oh your hair has changed

Your room’s rearranged

Someone’s been sleeping inside

And the curtains closed

On all your windows

To block out the fried chicken sign

Roll on Arte, roll on

Oh your heart is too good for this town

Your eyes cast through the glass

At my so sorry mannequin frown

The porter sings

As he begins

To clean up the mess that we’ve made

And the Christmas trees

Are cast on the street

And garbage trucks block Hooper lane

Well my head is in pain

But I can’t complain

Cause my sweetheart waits down the line

And I will be

In a house by the sea

Or even if just in my mind

Roll on Arte, roll on

Oh your heart is too good for this town

Your eyes cast through the glass

At my sorry American frown

Oh my mouth ain’t fed

My lips ain’t cherry red

And my grin might show my bad teeth

And all the people I pass

Give me a glance

As if I’m some lower class freak

But to you I’m fine

And I’m in your mind

Even if I’m not around

In my arms I am strong

And that’s where you belong

Give em the love that we’ve found

Roll on Arte, roll on

Oh your heart is too good for this town

My eyes cast through the glass

At your so sorry Marilyn frown

At your so sorry Marilyn frown