Carry my bag ten blocks
It's august but it feels like the end of the year
Going to dance with the scottish broads
The house band is playing like a jukebox
Put a quarter in their jar

You're looking like I should take you home
Sing you to sleep in your wicker throne
Left-handed angel, it is time to go

You're either on, or you're off
You're either with me, or you're not

I'm sorry I had to wake you up
My bags are round, I have to catch the next bus
Your saturn eyes are tired and wild
You're waving goodbye like a jovial child
Steam in you hair, moon on your mind

Go back to sleep in your cotton mine
Wishful thoughts and a polish sunrise
Left-handed angel, goodbye

You're either on, or you're off
You're either with me, or you're not