The clock strikes one and I am feeling down
By the window and i'm feeling all the pain
But what the hell is wrong with this old town?
It brings me grief and causes such disdain
Through its lonely channels do I walk
Come back each night and take a little time
To contemplate the big ways that I talk
And learn to fall the flipside of a dime
Alterations come and go too fast
Coffee shops and liquor stops they be
In number very few and never last
Short in time they fall to lock and key
The window glistens with my endless sorrow
Have to hope some good will come tomorrow