Monroe’s gone round the bend again
He may never make it home
When he arrives she almost always lets him in
You can’t take him on when he’s like this
You can’t leave him alone
Where’s he been where’s he been
Last time that I saw you
I thought you were doing fine
I was broke and coming down from New Orleans
We talked about the business -what they do to you this time
We try not to complain, but we complain
They break your heart again
They break your heart again
Now he’s burning all his bridges
Now he’s skipping across the water like a smooth, flat stone
Now he’s scratching cause it itches
Now he’s slurring on the phone
I like your picture – are you alone?
I like your picture
Monroe’s gone round the bend again
She couldn’t make him stay
There’s too much trouble to get into everywhere
His devil called at midnight
Now his angel’s gone to pray
It’s a wonder he’s alive, but he’s alive somewhere
Y’know the city guys are dangled
Every time you take the stage
They’re swelling up like poets
While you’re rattling your cage
You’re all they left the suburbs for
They’d make you all the rage
Then they’ll try not to complain, but they’ll complain
When you break their hearts again
I don’t know I can tell you
You and me will be just fine
That we could stage dive off of porches
Into a crowd of dandelions
And be just fine
But all you genius boys
So tortured all the time
All the time
