Carnival Street

The stars come out like ladies dressed in red And the lampposts light their long cigarettes Burning the night away We'll smolder together as we sit in the rain Our name's on the marquee and the old stereo plays Maybe that's as good as it gets The Devil may care But I sure don't At least not until a quarter till 3 That's just the way it is Here down on Carnival Street They're opening doors without handles and locks without keys Between a hawk and a handsaw I can't make heads or tails Of the whole goddamn thing The record keeps spinning but the music has stopped And I wonder if anyone will even notice at all The parade just marches by The Devil may care But I sure don't At least not until a quarter till 3 That's just the way it is Here down on Carnival Street The coffee's gone cold and the streets are empty There's footprints in the tickertape It's all that's left behind It's a topsy-turvy, messed up place And I don't think I'd change it I don't know if I could even try The Devil may care But I sure don't At least not until a quarter till 3 You know that's just the way it is Here down on Carnival Street