Clementines

Let us raise this glass of wine

For your blood burns just like mine

And we neither felt too much going home

You know I never really had the mind

For an ordinary life

But I guess I'm going to give it a try

So here goes...

And I know we both had enough

Drinking from this broken cup

That we neither feel

Too much more like sherry

But again, boys, to your feet

One last time on Benefit Street

Set aside these worried lives

You've been bearing

Though the years have been unkind

Like a winter clementine

We can only come of age in the cold

Now, what small comfort we might take

That we've both been born to brave

Leaves us humbled, keeps us honest

We're bold

And we laugh, and we sing,

And we dance of the dance of the wise men

And alone in the dark,

We don't know what their secrets weave

And I promise,

I know that the poison

Will surely pass through you

If you scrub, and you wash,

Then eventually you will come clean

Then they gather in the gloom

Shadows of a darkened room

Playing games of luck and fortune,

They never win

Don't use shiny tints of wallflowers,

Counting out your final hours

Go on, take a swing, again

And we laugh, and we sing,

And we dance of the dance of the wise men

And alone in the dark,

We don't know what their secrets weave

And I promise,

I know that the poison

Will surely pass through you

If you scrub, and you wash,

Then eventually you will come clean