Filling up fast
you'd think this was the 'last
train to Clarksville'
but it's just the early morning flyer
to make life before you die a nother
day.

Chilly on the jubilee
but there's fire in my eyes
watching as the stations pass
each one a big surprise
for the people getting off and on
I've never seen before
more and more and more of them
come gliding through the door.

Yes
it's Friday and the weekend looms
sad faced people
lonely rooms,
electric soup that gives a kick makes
it all so much more bearable
until again you're sick

and you're waiting for the Monday
that you hate but which you need for
that social interaction and it germinates a seed from here you'll grow.

I don't know if this is better than the lives I've lived before
but if rock and roll's the order of the day then give me more


Arriving now at London bridge
it hasn't fallen down
because it's box girder construction
and typical of London Town
where they build houses to take away like
fast food on the fly
and the people wait for Friday
half of them do not know why

Lady shuffling postcards
takes the last one from the pack
I'm stuck somewhere in the middle
and I'm always looking back
to yesterday.