Lyrics to Nothing You Can Do
(One, two, one, two)
In the old town square, the trumpets blow
The dawn breaks through the local drone
She fires a look, knocks you out of your shoes
And there's nothing that you can do
In a hotel room on St. Vincent street
The walls repeat old hopes and dreams
"I like a working man," he said, "I got working man blues"
And there's nothing that you can do
The factory roars and the clouds cry
A bluejay mourns as the evening dies
She's laid out long like she came from the Louvre
And there's nothing that you can do
To thе ancient sea, the anchor's tossеd
The waves crash, cut the albatross
If he walks away at all, it'll be black and blue
And there's nothing that you can do
In the old town square, he stands alone
They're sweeping up streets of cobblestone
While the accordion plays the soft and mournful tune
There's nothing that you can do
No, there's nothing that you can do
In the old town square, the trumpets blow
The dawn breaks through the local drone
She fires a look, knocks you out of your shoes
And there's nothing that you can do
In a hotel room on St. Vincent street
The walls repeat old hopes and dreams
"I like a working man," he said, "I got working man blues"
And there's nothing that you can do
The factory roars and the clouds cry
A bluejay mourns as the evening dies
She's laid out long like she came from the Louvre
And there's nothing that you can do
To thе ancient sea, the anchor's tossеd
The waves crash, cut the albatross
If he walks away at all, it'll be black and blue
And there's nothing that you can do
In the old town square, he stands alone
They're sweeping up streets of cobblestone
While the accordion plays the soft and mournful tune
There's nothing that you can do
No, there's nothing that you can do
