Walkin´ ´round town in a place I´ve never been
In deep, deep Manhattan
I recall it all, your dress and how it falls
You rollin´ in deep satin

Won´t you call a cab, mister, won´t you pay my tab?
There´s some boys on the curb haymakin´
And I ain´t been home in three years or so
And everyone I know now´s mistaken
Frauds as friends, starts as ends
Big lights is actual love
But you in Manhattan rollin´ in deep satin
Was a painful and wonderful drug

Well, I´ve been comin´ down on a Greyhound
That is westbound to the sea
When you see the lights, when you hear the rain
Is there a chance you´re thinkin´ of me?
Is that song stuck in your head?
"Friend of the Devil" by the Dead
Or is that just what your friends want me to be?
´Cause if that´s the case, then that´s just what I´ll be

There´s love when I´m leavin´, there´s laughter this evenin´
I´ll set out running alone
If I get a ride out in this place tonight
I´ll gladly take myself home
So won´t you call a cab? Misses, please pay my tab
I heard life was a windin´ road
There´s no hounds or child around
But the Devil follows where I go

Well, I´ve been comin´ down on a Greyhound
That is westbound to the sea
When you see the lights, when you hear the rain
Is there a chance you´re thinkin´ of me?
Is that song stuck in your head?
"Friend of the Devil" by the Dead

Or is that just what your friends want me to be?
If that´s the case, then that´s just what I´ll be

I´ve been comin´ down on a Greyhound
That is westbound to the sea
When you see the lights, when you hear the rain
There ain´t a chance you´re thinkin´ of me
Is that song stuck in your head?
"Friend of the Devil" by the Dead
Or is that just what your friends want me to be?
´Cause if that´s the case, then that´s just what I´ll be