Dawn on the windshields was damn near blindingnThe morning papers found me findingnI love everyonenI pity everyonenAt the after-hours party that came to no availnDespite the sweet elixirs that never fail to failnI love everyonenI pity everyonennIt's a katzenjammernBut there isn't any causenAnd there isn't any curenJust a whole new set of lawsnAnd a new chancenMaybe a last chancenTo be a prodigalnnI believe innThe dejectednThe exaltednAnd the utterly expectednOr the things that take control of you nBy creeping up and seizing you suddenlynAsking for more andnSettling for lessnExpecting the worst andnMaking the bestnAnd the pillar in my soulnThat keeps my loneliness nFrom crushing mennThe walks of hope and the walks of shamenAnd the drowsy morning kisses with no number or no namenTell me, I love everyonenI pity everyonenAnd the ghosts of the hookers drag the bones of all their datesnEmancipated through the Chinatown gatesnI love everyonenI pity everyonennAnd the felons' mothers nThrust their fingers through the seamsnAnd tear their hearts apart, oh mothers nGo to sleep and dream nownOf sweet thingsnBecause they all seemnSo probablennI believe innThe irresolutenThe desolatenAnd the dissolutenAnd proactive pursuit or waitingnSilently and motionlessnnMaking a guess that nProves incorrect andnTaking the best of nWhatever's leftnAnd the pillar in our soulsnThat keeps our loneliness nFrom crushing usnnI believe in nSaying yes andnTaking the best of nWhatever's leftnAnd the pillar in my soulnThat keeps my loneliness nFrom crushing me