Moss hangs like a dead man
From a white oak tree
Outside a party is shining
A Golden Yacht Club Dream
I work as a server
To the Local Rich
Old Money
Women still wear pearls
Something different in this night
You can feel it on the breeze
A cigar chomping governer called my name
A refill on his drink
...Wine aged God ******* knows how long
A beautiful night in all respects, but not much of a thrill
He called me to your table
You sitting there like that
An angel burning fire
In the carbon dioxide you must be breathing out
Your blue eyes so pale blue I could see full long summer skys stretching out into your minds
Your hair so perfectly tossed
Crashing round bright red lips
Your father called me
And tore you from my brain
Another glass of wine
If you would sir please

Things had calmed down inside my head since then
My break was coming next so it's outside
For a cigarette
And for one shining moment of my life
I recieved a shining grace
Your blue eyes and red lips asking
For a cigarette