a little girl trapped in her knowledge and craft came tripping to my room last night i cooked her a steak and i tried not to fake and still make everything alright she had dreads in her hair and problems and cares she tried hard not to let 'em show she was decent and sweet and i was sizin' up the meat but doubts fell in my mind like snow and when the shove comes down to love the facade falls down and when the bricks fall from the tricks the facade falls down it's a sunny afternoon and i'm sitting in my robe i'm dirty and i'm here alone there's a story on my table that talks about me and i want to stuff it down the author's throat and i'm sleeping with someone new every night and in the morning politely saying "bye" and i'm nowhere and no one and i only wanna run and i feel like a hamburger bun and when you must believe or bust the facade falls down when you're scared of a brand new care the facade falls down i got no reason to believe i got no reason but i'm new york scumbag tough and i'll keep on truckin' so night is falling and i'm getting' tired and it's time to get my slippers and books got a sweater and glasses and something that passes for a way to get by in this world and i'm getting' tired of so many different things i guess i'm just plain tired or maybe too intelligent to believe in the obvious side of things and when voice says make a choice the facade falls down when your knees start to concede the facade falls down when the shove comes down to love the facade falls down and when the bricks fall from the tricks the facade falls down the facade falls down the facade falls down the facade falls down the facade falls down the facade falls down