The turbines pound, your plane touches down, the captain catches your eye And all the city crows perched high in rows on wires watch you walk by Your hair has changed, your room's rearranged, someone's been sleeping inside And the curtain's closed on all your windows to block out the fried chicken sign Roll on, Arte roll on Your heart's too good for this town Your eyes cast through the gla** At my so sorry mannequin frown The porter sings as he begins to clean up the mess that we've made The Christmas trees are cast on the street and garbage trucks block Hooper Lane My head's in pain but I can't complain cause my sweetheart waits down the line And in a while we'll be in a house by the sea, even if just in my mind Roll on, Arte roll on Your heart's too good for this town Your eyes cast through the gla** At my starry American frown My mouth ain't fed, my lips ain't cherry red and my grin my show my bad teeth And all the people I pa**, they give me glance, as if I'm some lower-cla** thief But to you, I am fine, and I'm in your mind even if I'm not around And my arms are strong and that's where you belong, given the love that we've found Roll on, Arte roll on Your heart's too good for this town My eyes cast through the gla** At your so sorry Marilyn frown