I want to be there in the morning, I want to wake up by your side.. If I can make it back I'll be there, if I can catch the early flight.. I'll bring you dragon's teeth from silver beaches, shells from Africa..
Raw meat for the balcony. Another mugging in tin pan alley. Another heart of attack takes the centre stage. You might think I'm getting cynical. But after these years I can still pass the physical.
Here I sit in my bones, on the bones upon the hill. Staring out at the wild, blue yonder. Digging deep, I'd found buttons in my pockets. Naked now my skin begins to crawl.
They'll always find a place for you in the sidewalk cafes. No one ventures into the streets these days. Except strangers and those like me, looking for work.