A Junkie's Lament Lyrics - In The Pocket - James Taylor

Ricky's been kicking the gong 

Lickety split didn't take too long 

A junkie's sick 

A monkey's strong 

That's what's wrong 

Well, I guess he's been messing around downtown 

So sad to see the man losing ground 

Winding down behind closed doors 

On all fours 

Mama, don't you call him my name 

He can't hear you anymore 

And even if he seems the same to you 

That's a stranger to your door 

Ask him what's he come here for 

Oh my god, a monkey can move a man 

Send him to hell 

And home again 

With an empty hand in the afternoon 

Shooting for the moon 

It's halfway sick 

And it's halfway stoned 

He'd sure like to kick 

But it's too far gone 

They wind him down with the methadone 

He's all on his own 

But baby, don't you throw your love away 

I hate to seem unkind 

It's only that I understand the man 

That the monkey can leave behind 

I used to think he was a friend of mine