I see birds of prey, rats and mice. Can't figure out what I'm doing out tonight
It's the sickest, saddest setting around, I know. Cheap shoes, the booze, and down we go
The rumour's spread, the status said, don't come around, we'll pretend you died
But a note on the side where the writer writes says, I remember you, and all those times
Bummed out chumps, worn looks
Everybody's reading someone else's books
Worn out chumps, bummed looks
Everybody's writing someone else's books
I've been high and low, but high the most. Lesson learned, if it's not your turn
Like a foul ball or hitting the post, we had it, almost
Now I'm doing stops and starts inside my heart. The goal is love and the puck is art
It's not enough to sit and sulk about the old days. Look back, learn, smile, nod, wave
All your time you've been spending is with drunk folks
It's like you're putting hockey cards in your life spokes
Talking way too much, and blowing smoke