I should have never lent you that 45, I guess my lesson is not to lend There's a big needle over the line and for a time you have a friend But stone cold silence in the room means the record is at its end You're turning it over so many times It's never going back into its sleeve again There's two; sides to every story but it seems like you've got ten When I get no letters, it's the Cairo blues you send Cairo, Cairo Cairo is my baby's home Women in Cairo, Cairo Sure don't dance alone Every time you get lonesome you go and fill yourself to the brink Find yourself a man in a suit and tie who'll introduce you to what he drinks He's answering your questions funny now so you'll wonder how he thinks He sees his reflection in you skin, you're gonna see yours in the hotel sinks Staring back, the Cairo blues it never blinks Thin winter trees looking like railings for the sky I got my bare hands in my coat pockets, it's so cold I could cry When I see that forest falling, all I hear is firewood Crackling louder than that record ever could But it don't drown out those Cairo blues for good