The Big Guy

The lady-in-waiting is a real bottled-blonde
She smiles her smile full of sweet mockery
We always got along
She brings in the guy in some terrible shirts
Looks kinda worn, so do we
Then comes the big moment
I know you, do you know me?

Don't tell me that you're goin'
Don't tell me that you're gone
That I just saw you in the passin'
And now you're movin' on
I always liked your spark and repartee
I even liked your song
Don't tell me that you're goin'
Don't tell me that you're gone

You folded your cash with delicate style
But threw it around when the cotton was high
You said you'd been to London, and you'd seen Los Angeles
But there was nothin' out there to beat these sad old streets
You had everyone's number, you caught everyone's eye
You could talk your way out and right back inside
When you came to the door, buckle up for the ride
'Cause you were the rocket, you were the guy

Don't tell me that you're goin'
Don't tell me that you're gone
That I just saw you in the passin'
And now you're movin' on
I always liked your spark and repartee
I even liked your song
Don't tell me that you're goin'
Don't tell me that you're gone

I was there on the ropes when you came to my side
Blood in my mouth, sweat in my eyes
But you wiped my poor pride
And you whispered so kind, you said
"This is your life"
So give me your hand and I'll take my leave
You're lost to the world, but I hope that you dream
Of the rough, struck and loaded who called out your name
Of the turns and affairs who tripped through your game
Of the neon and rain that runs in your veins
Of a dawn that never arrives

Don't tell me that you're goin'
Don't tell me that you're gone
I just saw you in the passin'
And now you're movin' on
I always liked your spark and repartee
I even liked your song
Don't tell me that you're goin'
Don't tell me that you're gone