Purple Avenue

I slow down, Purple Avenue

To march around in April's shoes

Weathervanes remind

Of the summertimes that I've left behind

Money's gone, for Auld Lang Syne

I spent on eastern standard time

Whatever happened to my roll

September fell right through the hole

All I've got is empty pockets now

Why does August try so hard

To hoist me on my own petard

I've learned one thing from how we were

That an ounce of prevention's worth a pound of cure

The shadows fall but I cannot thread

The tenor of the things you said

All that's left is flesh and bone

Lights are on but no one's home

All I've got is empty pockets now

I spill myself another drink

I count the silver in the sink

The orchestra is blind

But I've never been the worrying kind

Subsequently and furthermore

I'll sleep right here on the draining board

I'll never be paroled

I like to drink them while they're cold

All I've got is empty pockets now