Lyrics

Thought I saw you
In the alley with a Harlequin
You were fighting
He had his elbow in your face
Had you been drinking?
Was there a woman involved?
Columbine or Guinevere
Your problems won't be solved (that way)

Playing poker
With the Moon Dog and Pirotte
The Moon Dog's got that poker face
And you know that you have not
And now it's nearly 2 AM
You'd better hurry up and leave
All you've got is the shirt on your back
And there's nothing up your sleeve

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Mr. Pendragon, I do presume
Just what in hell's name has come over you?

There's a diner
On Peccadillo Street
You figure 10 or 12 cups of coffee
Ought to keep you on your feet
And then you see him
Out of the corner of your eye
It's him again, the Harlequin
And he's pointing towards the sky

Chorus

Bridge:
She holds out her hand
You just hold out
You've gotta be crazy
If you can't figure this one out

Now you're standing
By the baggage claim at JFK
Think your bag went to Chicago
Hey but that's OK
Cause she was waiting there to meet you
Waving both hands in the air
You never knew where you were going
But now it seems you're there

Chorus