You'll Be Comin' Down      White roses and misty blue eyes   Red mornin's and nothin' but grey skies   A cup of coffee, your heart shot clean through   Jacket you bought me gone dazy grey-blue   You're smilin' now but you'll find out   They'll use you up and spit you out now   Your head's spinnin' in diamonds and clouds   But pretty soon it turns out      You'll be comin' down now baby   You'll be comin' down   What goes around it comes around and   You'll be comin' down      Easy street and cruel luck and true lies   Smile's as sad as those dusky blue skies   A silver plate of pearls my golden child   It's all yours at least for a little while   You'll be fine long as your pretty face holds out   Then it's gonna get pretty cold out   Endless streams of stars shootin' by   You got your hopes on high      You'll be comin' down now baby   You'll be comin' down   What goes around it comes around and   You'll be comin' down      For a while you'll go sparklin' by   Just another pretty thing on high...      Like a thief on Sunday mornin'   It all falls apart with no warnin'   Satin sky's gone candy-apple green   The crushed metal of your little flyin' machine      You'll be comin' down now baby   You'll be comin' down   What goes around it comes around and   You'll be comin' down