A Street
I used to be your favorite drunkGood for one more laughThen we both ran out of luckLuck was all we ever hadYou put on a uniformTo fight the Civil WarYou looked so good I didn’t careWhat side you’re fighting for
It wasn’t all that easyWhen you up and walked awayBut I’ll save that little storyFor another rainy dayI know the burden’s heavyAs you wheel it through the nightSome people say it’s emptyBut that don’t mean it’s light
You left me with the dishesAnd a baby in the bathYou’re tight with the militiasYou wear their camouflageYou always said we’re equalSo let me march with youJust an extra in the sequelTo the old red white and blue
Baby don’t ignore meWe were smokers we were friendsForget that tired storyOf betrayal and revengeI see the Ghost of CultureWith numbers on his wristSalute some new conclusionWhich all of us have missed
I cried for you this morningAnd I’ll cry for you againBut I’m not in charge of sorrowSo please don’t ask me whenThere may be wine and rosesAnd magnums of champagneBut we’ll never no we’ll neverEver be that drunk again
The party’s overBut I’ve landed on my feetI’ll be standing on this cornerWhere there used to be a street