he sits in the babbles babbling in a roach infested alley, starting fights with all the people, like harry, dick, and tom with a broken snapple bottle. he gladly looks back beneath all this rock and roll, prostitues, drugs and watch them go. he left his wife for everynight she kept him from these glamerous rights of passage. now he keeps them right there, standing, turns the leaves black, and looks upon the skyline. time and time again talks to God and asks him for a shot again. he wants a quick response, he's used to fast food, doesn't realize that it's chick with the tatoos and glass shoes standing right before him.
now it's a minute after midnight, and his riches back to bags. he's making records upon his phonograph, yelling 'you don't know the half'! half track mind got distracted. perhaps when he punched you in the face, he might have over reacted. turns up the music, he looses himself in each and every measure. he just wants it to get better.
it's another hustle, another lonely night, just another day of shuffling his feet and living his life, it's just a harsh reality that nothing comes for free. it's just another day. just another couple steps from where he needs to be.
she stands on the platform, glances at the headline and waits for the train. just another wistefull stranger trying to avoid each gaze. placing the blame on all the governments wasteful ways, laughs to herself and watches the city fly past. it's been a long week, maybe a long night, showing mr. what's-the-difference at the local social breeding ground, there's no need to get needy now. she sees these clowns and imagines of all her compainions, wishes them goodnight, could be that mr. right, it could be that last man standing. she's got "indepedent woman" tatooed in bold across both shoulders, so don't control her, but she still wants someone to hold her. she look and sees the bottom of the glass now, drinks too much and passes out. she's not too surprised if she would wake up inside of a crack house. wakes up in bed besides a stranger, 2 packs of cancer sticks and a lighter. just once she wants to match the name to a face to the man who lies beside her. burns a cancer stick or two before she gathers her things together, she just wants things to get better. she wishes
it's just another couple weekends and notches upon the bar. just another wish upon a star, just another couple heartbreaks till she finds just what she needs, she's just another couple steps from where she wants to be.
please try so hard.
i step right through that door. drop my bags and heart on the floor. i embrace her in embrace until you can't take it anymore. i put my faith in your face and i wait for that first kiss. i'm pale from all the memories that i've missed. the blistering pace of traveling across the globe from where ever god knows where ever. i never knew i'd have to daisy chain those loose ends back together, never knew love like this, never knew sacrifice like this before. it's just my first chance to pass his life out and your local record store. holding my lifetime in my arms, then i kiss her goodnight. on my flight, griping tattered edges, of a picture framed in fingerprints, it's just a single blimp of innocence. just a 60 second phone call seems infinite. all said and done, gone in an instant, man in a physical form with his heartbeat the speed of an infant.
typical storm weather, with an aftertaste... adrenaline let down, after the show, 3 hours to see how far we can get now, get down to business, get the party started, get back home to my wife to show these people where my heart is.
i pity the heartless, the man who can't see, i mastermind the revolution while i'm taking out the garbage. placing my carcass in my favorite chair, wondering if i can make it there. glaces at each new face looking back at him with a vacant stair. laying it bare on the records, it keeps my whole world together, i just want to make it better.
a few more days, a few more shows, a couple hundred miles more on this road, just another sorry baby till i set these people free, i'm just another couple steps from where i need to be.
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