so I’m drunk and my soul is tattered
my mind in a thousand places scattered
I stopped caring long ago
about my place, my status, myself
now it’s just day to day - minute by minute
a handout here, a place to sleep there
job for a day to buy some booze
hanging in on the steps of the shutdown library
you used to be able
to go in there and get cooled off
on those hot summer days
I used to read about Niagara Falls
the cool water falling on me
a place to warm up on the bitter cold days
pretend I’m drinking some hot cocoa by a fire
I got a boatload of imagination
but a pocketful of nothing
just don’t fall asleep or they’d chase you out of there
ain’t even got that to go to now
so it’s find a friendly alley
a cardboard box named Fred
soul empty and all is lost; birds singing
they know nothing of the feeling I’m feeling
but if it wasn’t for the waves and storms
the ocean would be exceedingly dull
mind under new management
no shirt, no shoes, no problem
over the moon and under the universe
in the cafe of dreams and caffeine
with ripped chairs and warped floorboards
just me and my old friend coffee looking out at the city below us
twinkling lights, trains and buses and taxis
the rain starting…so appropriate for the mood I’m in
off the awning and on to the broken sidewalk and down the drain
broken glass laying in the street, like some people formerly whole now shattered
little pieces glittering making one last stand
10000 steps today and no closer to where I want to be
but where I wanna be today won’t be the same tomorrow
never can make up my mind
all kinds of time running out of time
someone forgot to wind the watch
