Invitation To The Blues — текст песни (Tom Waits)

Well she`s up against the register with an apron and a spatula,
Yesterday`s deliveries, tickets for the bachelors
She`s a moving violation from her conk down to her shoes,
Well, it`s just an invitation to the blues
And you feel just like Cagney, she looks like Rita Hayworth
At the counter of the Schwab`s drugstore
You wonder if she might be single, she`s a loner and likes to mingle
Got to be patient, try and pick up a clue
She said How you gonna like `em, over medium or scrambled?,
You say Anyway`s the only way, be careful not to gamble
On a guy with a suitcase and a ticket getting out of here
It`s a tired bus station and an old pair of shoes
This ain`t nothing but an invitation to the blues
But you can`t take your eyes off her, get another cup of java,
It`s just the way she pours it for you, joking with the customers
Mercy mercy, Mr. Percy, there ain`t nothing back in Jersey
But a broken-down jalopy of a man I left behind
And the dream that I was chasing, and a battle with booze
And an open invitation to the blues
But she used to have a sugar daddy and a candy-apple Caddy,
And a bank account and everything, accustomed to the finer things
He probably left her for a socialite, and he didn`t `cept at night,
And then he`s drunk and never even told her that her cared
So they took the registration, and the car-keys and her shoes
And left her with an invitation to the blues
`Cause there`s a Continental Trailways leaving local bus tonight, good evening
You can have my seat, I`m sticking round here for a while
Get me a room at the Squire, the filling station`s hiring,
And I can eat here every night, what the hell have I got to lose?
Got a crazy sensation, go or stay? now I gotta choose,
And I`ll accept your invitation to the blues