Tough Times For Gentlemen Lyrics

The clouds are drifting to the east, my friend
Above the city of our dreams, my friend
Time is on the other side, my friend
Its tough times for gentlemen

The roads are stretchin' out too far, my friend
And now we don't know where we are, my friend
The street lights only say "don't walk", my friend
And the radio never plays the end

Of the songs, of the songs that made us happy
When, we believe that we would turn out good
And any day, we would raise Atlantis again

The way that we should raise our kids, my friend
And now we hardly get to borrow them
To spend a weekend in the city

Where everybody knows, the songs
All the songs that made us happy, when
We believe that we would turn out good
Any day, we would raise Atlantis again

All the songs that made us happy, when
We believe that we would turn out good
And any day we would raise Atlantis again