He pours the wine into his coffee cup
The jazz has dropped, its time to pick it up
2:30 he rolls out of this brass at last
Terrence love is barking something crass

Each night a thousand stairs go up both ways
Soul and colour peeking through his sleeves
M's down at the coast its too late for busses run
Slides into his headphones, sleeps to solo monk

Success, success, his smile is saccharine
Glamorous he's pouring pancho's gin
Lives hes life a painful and lovely day
In the history of a great pregnancy

Squat public library checking out "the trial"
Strolls to the pier to gather his thoughts
Squat public library checking out "the trial"
Strolls to the pier to gather his thoughts
He's talking to himself about it

He don't get upset, get upset
He can't sleep
He'll have another ciggarette
He don't get upset, get upset