Picture Postcards from L A
Ezra was an old man. He lived by the sea
Watching himself getting older, with no family
Cassie was a pretty one, a bar tender by trade
She had a daughter with big green eyes. She called her Jade
They met each other in the park while Jade was on a swing
On a bench underneath a tree, they talked about everything
And she said, "Sometimes I get so scared, and I don't know why."
She reached for the old man's hand and she began to cry
And he said
"It ain't no crime, it ain't no crime
Everybody gets a little bit lonely sometimes
It ain't no crime, it ain't no crime
Everybody gets a little bit lonely sometimes."
The he said, "I was gonna be a painter, gonna paint my masterpiece
I spent my whole life dreamin'. Now they're my only memories
And I was gonna live in Paris, France. Now my body's fallin' apart
I could be a Pable Picasso if delusion were an art."
And she said, "That sounds lovely. Paris, France
Just sayin' those words kinda makes me wanna dance
Do you wanna dance?"
It ain't no crime, it ain't no crime
Everybody gets a little bit lonely sometimes
It ain't no crime, it ain't no crime
Everybody gets a little bit lonely sometimes
They'd meet there every Sunday in the park at noon
Ezra would get there early to buy Jade a red balloon
And Cassie'd tell him all about her awful luck with men
She'd say, "Wish I could meet a guy like you but they'll never make yo
again."
And Jade would fall asleep in Ezra's lap there in the par
while Cassie's still be talkin' a long time after dark
It ain't no crime, it ain't no crime
Everybody gets a little bit lonely sometimes
It ain't no crime, it ain't no crime
Everybody gets a little bit lonely sometimes
One Sunday afternoon, no Ezra, no red balloon
Just a friend of his who said, "Ezra passed awa
and he wanted me to bring this letter to you today."
Well, it was two tickets to Paris
And a note that read, "Thank you for the dance
My dearest Cassie, you were my Paris, France."
It ain't no crime, it ain't no crime
Everybody gets a little bit lonely sometimes.
