You’ll Be Comin’ Down Letra - Bruce Springsteen

White roses and misty blue eyes

Red mornings and nothing but grey skies

A cup of coffee, your heart shot clean through

Jacket you bought me gone daisy grey-blue

You're smiling now, but you'll find out

They'll use you up and spit you out now

Your head's spinning in diamonds and clouds

But pretty soon, it turns out

You'll be coming down now, baby

You'll be coming down

What goes around, it comes around and

You'll be coming 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 going to get pretty cold out

An endless stream of stars shooting by

You got your hopes on high

You'll be coming down now, baby

You'll be coming down

What goes around, it comes around and

You'll be coming down

For a while, you'll go sparkling by

Just another pretty thing on high...

Like a thief on Sunday morning

It all falls apart with no warning

Satin sky's gone candy-apple green

The crushed metal of your little flying machine

You'll be coming down now, baby

You'll be coming down

What goes around, it comes around and

You'll be coming down

You'll be coming down now, baby

You'll be coming down

What goes around, it comes around and

You'll be coming down