Your body takes credit, but time will collect
All the life that you write off in your debt
Leonard falls down in the crosswalk between
Franklin street and Lafayette
His 240 pounds are dead weight on the ground
A wet bed of concrete and slime
Life is a pennant and you get a few tries
But the losses soak deep when they're found
He lifts up his shirt to show me where it hurts
And his belly is a valley of scars
He don't know where we are, but his left half's distended
Twice the size of my head, and twice as hard
People get numb, and the numbers can't count
The times they end up on the floor
Or which time in the hospital they were spit out of
When they learned not to care anymore
Now Leonard's in a stretcher, holding hands with his shrew
While his wife's away rotting in jail
But my habits are habits, and I'm washing this one down
In a bar down on Rivington with Gale
Your body takes credit but time will collect
You hope someone holds out a hand
And when that ambulance stops to pull you inside
Hope you've got enough dignity to stand