White roses and misty blue eyes
Red mornings, then nothin´ but gray skies
A cup of coffee, a heart shot clean through
The jacket you bought me gone daisy gray-blue
You´re smiling now but you´ll find out
They´ll use you up and spit you out now
Your head´s spinnin´ in diamonds and clouds
But pretty soon it turns out

You´ll be comin´ down now baby
You´ll be coming down
What goes around, it comes around and
You´ll be comin´ down

Easy street, a quick buck and true lies
Smiles as thin as those dusky blue skies
A silver plate of pearls my golden child
It´s all yours at least for a little while
You´ll be fine long as your pretty face holds out
Then it´s gonna get pretty cold out
An empty stream of stars shooting by
You got your hopes on high

You´ll be comin´ down now baby
You´ll be coming down
What goes around, it comes around and
You´ll be comin´ down

For a while you´ll go sparklin´ by
Just another pretty thing on high

Like a thief on a Sunday morning
It all falls apart with no warning
Your cinnamon sky´s gone candy-apple green
The crushed metal of your little flying machine

You´ll be comin´ down now baby
You´ll be coming down
What goes around, it comes around and
You´ll be comin´ down

You´ll be comin´ down now baby
You´ll be coming down
What goes around, it comes around and
You´ll be comin´ down