A little boy steps out into the bright light of an unpaved muddy street
Nothin' but yesterday's pre-chewed orange peel rind to eat
As he sets off on his day's search for a sucker on the beat
Cause he knows and the trick shows that people don't give nothin'
for free
And in the middle of his day when his mind has gone astray
And he sits in the mud to play - there in the refection of the crud
He notices Delilah
I see grey skies on the horizon, I see a dead dog in a ditch
And I wonder why I never notice Delilah
A woman of numerous sins looks in the mirror and grins
And there, in the cracks of the pitted glass
She ponders on what has come to pass
And there isn't a thing that she can do to get it back
So she opens the door, her legs once more but never her heart
Oh no, not her heart
But as the threshold opens wide, before her heart has time to hide
There in the hall is Delilah
I see grey skies on the horizon, I see a dead dog in a ditch
And I wonder why I never notice Delilah
And Delilah leans on the frame of an open doorway
Of a crumbling white washed red brick building
Scratching the dry arch of her one bare foot
With the toe of the other
And she can't understand why people got to be so cold
To one another
Why they gotta be so cold?
I see grey skies on the horizon, I see a dead dog in a ditch
And I wonder why I never notice Delilah
