Just a waitress in a bar, you'll never be anything more
Well let me tell you something about that apartment at 128 Vine
I know there was somethin about him, the way he kept lookin at me, that neighbour of mine.
Up to no good I say, up to no good, lurkin around them stairs at night. Waitin for what?
I come in late, workin all day till me feet are like plates of meat
And he says you're just a waitress in a bar, you'll never be anything more.
Well she's carrying around her baggage her personal life all wrapped up.
A bag from Sax for her pride, a bag from Liberty for her freedom
Everything tied up in bags. Neat, compact, jogging beside her in the bus
Neat, compact, tidies her hair and wipes a strand off her face.
She mutters at the people staring and I think she must have been pretty once
I wonder what went on in that apartment at 128 Vine
She spits out the number every few sentences, spits it out and chews it up.
Wonder what she wanted to be, more than a waitress living on 128 Vine
Scratching a living till there's nothing left but a bag full of dreams.
And here I am clutching mine, on a bus to nowhere with her.
Then I realize even this nowhere is somewhere.
The driver lets me off and she doesn't even notice he's stopped
And I'm thinking about her too much so I don't even realize the docks and the dark
But I do notice a man pacing and spitting and ready to pounce
So I move to where the neon's burning in my face and I sit down still clutching my bags
Tighter now like they're some kind of protection and I can see him out of the corner of my eye
He's making a connection with someone close to me.
I jerk my head round and she's ragged and leathery and burning with hate
And my bags are digging into my skin I'm so scared.
Then out of nowhere on that neon strip the bus to somewhere arrives.
And hours later when I'm on that plane thanking God I'm alive
I hear her voice like a whisper,
128 Vine, 128 Vine
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