It's a late Friday night The street lights are shining Up in my bedroom Wonder who you will lose And I ain't been invited There ain't nothing like it Away I go Down on Jubilee Road He's grumpy and he's gray But we're slippin' off the pavement Cigarettes and leaves And his wives up in heaven So always I wait 'Cause he's got this expression That's all I know
Down on Jubilee Road Oh, I think it's tomorrow night When I'm old, when I'm old I can hear that tonight Down on Jubilee Road Oh, I'm feeling so tired I will call you up, make everything alright And I'll show you, I'll show you The mass is still here, your wardrobe still empty And the walls are still painted blue Well I think they still hate me for all these songs I endlessly sing And it ain't no perfect street And I ain't no perfect lover So come back home Down on Jubilee Road Down on Jubilee Road