An old man on a barstool, watchin' TV,
He got up and came over to sit closer to me.
He said, "You look familiar to someone I knew
But when were your age we were older than you.
Jimmy was twenty and I seventeen;
To us there was nothing but girls and machines.
Jimmy got married and I went to war;
I still don't know what we were doing it for.
And if you'll buy me a drink -- a Turkey on ice --
Then I could give you some advice.
Boy when out on a boat tonight
Waiting on his lover
Seen his mermaid bride in the moonlight
And the arms of another
She said "standing on the water is easier to do
Then to try and be a family living here with you
And the more I've been thinking
The more I know I'm living alone
Now they see him out on the waterways
Loaded tongue and dirty fingers,
Queen of her mother's house --
Come step outside feeling full and high;
Let's see what we can live without.
Fix an eye to the dimestore villain
Waiting for the wine to pour.
It comes strong and thin and it tastes like sin,
The love we've all been in before --
A million ways to burn.
"There's no poetry between us,"
Said the paper to the pen.
Something's burning in the attic
That her tongue will not defend.
Through the arc of conversation,
Past the teeth behind the smile,
Down the miracle mile
To the bottom of the ladder;
Paint your eyes and hide the tatters.
What's the matter,
It's a custom made afternoon
With shrinking hands I can't keep to myself
Perfect in an easy way
And it's a customary sin
For angels in the dark
A lighter spark to brighten her skies
Finger feelings fingers feeling fine
Just might change this life of mine
I've taken all my pills
But I'm still not sleepy
Tried to trick myself into thinking
That I'm not awake
That it's only a dream
Put that cigarette out
Don't ask me no questions
Salome dancing on my wall
And the shadows on the floor
Look so warm from here
They never tell you truth is subjective
They only tell you not to lie
They never tell you there's strength in vulnerability
They only tell you not to cry
But I've been living underground
Sleeping on the way
And finding something else to say
Is like walking on the freeway
They never tell you you don't need to be ashamed
They only tell you to deny
I hear you've got a pocket full of words
That you keep in the garage
Together with the feather and the fireworks
A surftown hero who's got one foot in the garden
Where the neon-lighted cocktail glasses bloom
And they built you a model airplane
Like the one that brought you back to Lindbergh field
Now you're counting your change by the streetlights on India
"Hey, it's me again, I'm faded...could I please come over?"