went to see the new baby, and we
smoked weed on the back porch. and
lying on my back with the pool floatie
"raining blood"just thundering forth, i
said, "what do you say your parents
take you place for an hour? we can
drive downtown, to our old favorite
place, let the years just melt away, and
find ourselves back where we were
found" but there's not a soul down on
the corner and that's a pretty certain
sign that i shouldn't try to play the
reformer, picking up pieces of that old
gang of mine. but what would they say
if it wen the other way, and we flew to
today though ten years of time?
they'd be ashamed. i'm so sure they'd
be ashamed at what i claim to be doing
with my life. now they're all paired off
and kissing the other half goodnight.
and then falling deep into the same
sleep while walls and warm sheets shut
out the light and i'm the only one, at
the top of my lugs, who's still singing
sweet adelines. they're all filled up.
they don't need the love that i'm
bringing that old gang of mine. not a
soul down on the corner. the're all
safe sitting down behind smooth
sheets of glass. i guess it's not going
to get any warner, and i guess it's
raining slow until it's raining fast.