I've been walking the streets all day till long gone sunset
I felt the devil flap his wings on Pilgrim Hill
There's dead flowers in cellophane stacked up on the pavement
And all my heart's voices are counting off the choices I didn't make
All the chances I didn't take
There's a song in my head, something ancient by some one hit wonder
I find a bench in the park and feed the pigeons my stale cheeseburger
I stop and listen to a busker murder Halellujah man you should've heard her
I saw two dead foxes by the hotdog stand
the sky's the colour of a milkshake and the hip flask in my hand
ran out an hour ago
I called by to see Joe at the infirmary
took him an old NME from the glam rock days
But the ghost propped up on pillows must be just Joe's shadow
And there's no way back to any safe place
And I'm twirling in deep space alone
Like that song said No direction home
So I kill some time in a second hand bookstore
Run by this albino guy with a head shaped like a Hallowe'en pumpkin
I stand at the window watching the wind rolling a Coke can
I came across this postcard I slipped it in my bag
Of a squad of GIs raising that Iwo Jima flag
But I left it lying in some bar