Bruce Springsteen You`ll Be Comin` Down Lyrics

You`ll Be Comin` Down Lyrics

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