The Whirlwind

I came out to this town To seek a new career Or just another kind of whirlwind than one that brought me here I stare up through the ceiling, past the plaster and the paint Considering the stars that shine and flap and fall before they're spent How could you know? My common senses have deserted me On certain nights When other gentlemen had courted me But in the light of morning They would turn to see me go I've had my moments But all too few You think you know me Maybe you do But in the light of morning You will turn to see me go Nothing's lost and no ones won It's over now and now it's done I may be lying This may be true You think you know me Maybe you do, maybe you do, maybe you do --- The Whirlwind - Elvis Costello