Come meet me at the bar
and I'll slip you a drink,

upon the condition that you will
slip me a pill

to make it through another dream,
another push and get-rich scheme.

Stand with me in the pouring rain
and I will hold your hand,

upon the condition that you give
me life to live,

to make it through another day,
where loneliness will come my way.

Would you press me to the kitchen wall,
help me feel just anything at all.