Five o' clock and a fire escape symphony. Spilling out across the road and the square. And the sky's the same as your own, do you think of me?. Do the parks and trees and the leaves reach you there?.
Here is my story. A little sad of soul, a little weary. Maybe I am that, will nobody love me?. Is an empty heart and a conscience all I have?. . If I die tonight, if I give up the fight.
Oh, this road is long, this road is wide. It takes more than luck to last the ride. It takes strength and it takes courage to survive. . And did someone ever say to you.
In the back of a car on a road in the dark. In the stillicide, silently falling snow. I've packed everything that I own in a bag. And I'm driving, I'm driving to Idaho.
In a little while people and places. Will be so far behind out of my body. In a little while I will play aces. And raise my glass in an act of defiance.
I've got a quarter in my pocket. Of an apple left to eat. It's a wonder that I'm standing. On my own two feet. . In the shadow of a thousand. Veiled Victorian goodbyes.
In the race to get out of this place. I am checking my face in the back of a spoon. You're accusing, you say I'm not here. But I'm here, yes I'm here, I'm not on the moon.
I've got a friend, he's a purebred killing machine. He said he's waited his whole damn life for this. I knew him well when he was seventeen. Now he's a man who'll be dead by Christmas.
Years ago, you said to me, "I think I'm losing the fight. Or the fight is losing me, I'm not certain". And here we are, the closing scenes and all the house lights come up.
Hey, was there something that you wanted to say?. I don't know what to do when you look that way. Cigarettes and tequila at 6. And the sun going down on our life as it is.