Now its raining its pouring the old man is snoring now I lay me down to sleep I hear the sirens in the street all my dreams are made of chrome I have no way to get back home Iโd rather die before I wake like Marilyn Monroe and throw my dreams out in the street and the rain make โem grow
Tom WaitsAny image I have, it's just what I do, but it comes off as being very pretentious. When you're a bit in the public astigmatism, anything you do seems like you did it so somebody would see you do it, like showing up at the right parties.
Tom WaitsIt's cold out there, colder than a ticket taker's smile at the Ivar Theatre on a Saturday night.
Tom Waits