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Why thank you, yes, I guess I'm doing fineThe chances are I just could lose my mind'Cause I'm sure I was with you that icy winter's nightAnd this picture in my memory, sure seems to fit your smileDon't you remember me, I played my song on your telephoneAnd I'm sure that you're the girl who painted children upon my windowAnd changed the lights in my room to sad blue shadowsThen when I woke up in the morning babe, you had flownDon't you sit out on the street, at Don Quixote's feet'Cause he don't need you, babe, half as much as meAnd if you've got nowhere to go, won't you come in out of the coldWell, I'll bet you never thought I'd recognizeThat the tune you're humming, just happens to be mineAnd I've known that hazy flicker in your eyesAnd the way you sway your head from side to sideWhen you're all dressed up in your sixteenth century clothesHung on your body in Da Vinci ratioEvery time you move you strike a poseWon't you please be in my Magic Theater showDon't you sit out on the street, at Don Quixote's feet'Cause he don't need you, babe, half as much as meAnd if you've got nowhere to go, won't you come in out of the coldSongtexteNow I'm feeling things that just don't seem quite right,There's a high pitched humming on my old electric lightLike a hundred sitars droning through the nightFlashing off and on like some crazy neon signFeel like I'm in a Bunuel movie, right here at homeSurreal as Ornette Coleman's saxophonePlaying on my broken gramophoneOh, baby, don't you leave me here aloneDon't you sit out on the street, at Don Quixote's feet'Cause he don't need you, babe, half as much as meAnd if you've got nowhere to go, won't you come in out of the cold Aus Songtexte Mania