Dons Don't Wear Shorts - Pocket Lyrics

In the winter, the shore is good as dead
The men and women take their kids
On weekend trips to CVS
Once we see the sun, I'll be good as new
My skin glows like rubies do
And I'll do the things I love again
Hagstones stay all year
For surfers and their shower beers
Their timeless adrenaline
And it's all so serious
Til we finally get to talkin'
Any structure crumbles
I'm still right where you want me
So delirious, it doesn't matter where we started
Blow me a kiss and I'll put it in my pocket
At the Roastery on Second Ave
Mike walks in at eight a.m
To get a small light and sweet, no shot
That drip seems like a lifeline
He takes big old swigs like it's a bottle of wine
And I wonder if he wishes it was
Trinity Church is collecting coats
And hosting less fortunate folks
On nights the temp drops below freezing
And it's all so serious
Til we finally get to talkin'
Any structure crumbles
I'm still right where you want me
So delirious, it doesn't matter where we started
Blow me a kiss and I'll put it in my pocket
And it's all just material
When we're not watching where we're walking
Hibernation ends
You got me right where you want me
So ethereal, it doesn't take much to ignite it
Blow me a kiss