Cuban Crisis Video (MV)

She said, "I got to get away
Be smart, stay cool, hey, don't be that way
You know I love you but I really cannot stay
I booked a ticket on a plane"
When she said it she was on the phone
Called long distance then she smiled and said
"I'm coming home"
She packed her bag and blew a kiss, it missed
And gave the dog a pat
And then she said she had to run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run, run

If you knew where to look she could bear contemplation
Her assets ain't suffered because of inflation
Sure sex meant a lot
I gave her my best shot
If I wasn't so hot
Well there must have been some books that I could read

How could I hope to have kept her?
Just a cheap lousy dime-a-day tunesmith
Now my words don't impress her
I keep on ending lines like this with spendthrift
Disposable tunes, that's where moon rhymes with June
Seem to ruffle the conscience and give her the pain
How else could I pay for those long months away
With those so special people who live in my sleep?

She said, "Now, will you promise to be strong?"
I grabbed her hand and asked her,
"Honey, there must be something wrong"
And she replied,
"Well, how can I live in such a lightweight song?"
And then she said she had to run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run, run

Now I think she's in Cuba
With a house on the bay with a great view
But they'll have to remove her
'Cause she keeps on telling Fidel what to do
I can just hear him say
As she gets her own way
And the tourists flock in
And the mob cashes in
"I've tried not to be some petite bourgeoisie"
"But I can't help but feel that the revolution's gone right round the bend"

(Promise to be strong)
(Must be something wrong)
(Booked a ticket on a plane)

(Run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run)