Here's Lookin At You, Kid

You can tell Gayle, if she calls, That I'm famous now for all of these rock and roll songs And even if that's a lie, She should've given me a try When were kids on the field of the first day of school I would've been her fool And I would've sang out your name in those old high school halls You tell that to Gayle, if she calls. And you can tell Jane, if she writes That I'm drunk off all these stars and all these crazy hollywood nights That's total deceit, But she should've married me And tell her I spent every night of my youth on the floor Bleeding out from all these wounds I would've gotten her a ride out of that town she despised You tell that to Janey, if she writes But boys will be boys and girls have those eyes that will cut you to ribbons sometimes And all you can do is just wait by the moon And bleed, if it's what she says you ought to do You remind Anna, if she asks why, That a thief had stole my heart, While she was making up her mind I heard she lives in Brooklyn with the cool, Goes crazy over that New York scene on 7th Avenue But I used to wait at the diner, a million nights without her, Praying she won't cancel again tonight And the waiter served my coffee with a consolation sigh You remind Anna, if she asks why Tell her it's alright You know it's hard to tell you this Oh it's hard to tell you this Here's looking at you, Kid