Checked in my bags for $6 and a worry
My mind swims as I'm feeling sorry
Smiles melt like my wicker wet hair
Summer makes for fiends that don't have a care

Wheezing through the winter and skipping through Spring
Restaurants open with figs that seem to sing
Her hair moves with a magic all her own
I'm in the corner shivering cause I can't get a bone

Outside the night is naked cold and can't be told
Any secret it hasn't heard so don't get scold
Silly for these ears to drip water at these years
Talk to me later where we can have a few beers

Nodding head against the bar room back
I remember how she eyed me checking every fact
Heels colored yellow and the eyes black and blue
Soul on the rocks talked as if she had the flu

Now with the clock bell ringing the man is pointing east
Someone's out there and it smells like a moveable feast
Round' these parts time doesn't move for just no one
People grin but they aren't really having that much fun

Stuck in the mud with a stick instead of gun
When the mind gets moving each guy better start to act tough
Neighbors pawn their wisdom onto their young
This towel is wet been lying on the bottom rung

Missed this chance as I pranced round' a ring that wasn't really mine
Spend my time pinching dimes feelin' like I'm wasting my time
Now with the aftermath of a presidency gone wrong
Everyone seems to be walkin' around like they got a small thong

Notice on the board with a face that is familiar
Peer closer and its your face looking like a killer
Grin wide with the eyes all fulla' pride
Teeth white tongue tight neck tight with snide

Bent through the neck with a familiar respect
Of the law that loses every chance that it gets
All day in a line that wasn't meant to be mine
Born into a nuthouse where the warden is the least born

Menacing meanders with their ticket books and badges
Caring for the cure as they spill their poison out like frogs
Managing their wages with crayons while crying
I mention a memory and they slap me and fry me

Truth leaks out like the ink from of a damaged pen
It stains your soul like the shriek from a morning hen
Truth streaks white like the white from a jet plane
Him smiling while dying to escape a life of the inane

Night
You were there when I slept through the first day I showed
For' I was born in the morn
Night
You are the blanket I carry
Even in the daytime
Night
The stars are my angels
For they guide me when I am naive'
Night
Night
You are with me
Even when you take my sight