Lyrics:

Black faces pressed against the glass where rain has pressed its weight
Windblown scarves in top-down cars all share one western trait
Sadness leaks through tear-stained cheeks
From winos to dime-store Jews
Probably don't know they gave me these late John Garfield blues

Midnight fell on Franklin Street and the lamppost bulbs were broke
For the life of me, I could not see
But I heard a brand new joke
Two men were standing upon a bridge
One jumped and screamed, 'You lose!'
And just left the odd man holding those late John Garfield blues

Old man sleeps with his conscience at night
Young kid sleeps with his dreams
While the mentally ill sit perfectly still
And live through life's in-betweens

I'm going away to the last resort in a week or two, real soon
Where the fish don't bite but once a night
By the cold light of the moon
The horses scream, the nightmares dream
And the dead men all wear shoes
'Cause everybody's dancing those late John Garfield blues