Window Grin

watch it bounce like water, meat under the stone

throw up a leg and try to beg your way bach home

smell the coffee boil in the corner pot

everything's in it but i can't make it stop

i ain't been drinking i say to the cup

it laughs at the little man as i drink up.

six big years since your head was around

lost it all in the middle there, you're back and now it's found

looks like god might play with crooked dice

eyes in the shadow and he doesn't look nice

a mean boy throwing with a dirty hand

as soon as he's not looking we'll sneak into the promised land.

sure the blue pills rock, mix the green ones in

no kind of trouble but a man with a smoke and no regard for kin

it's a lone lone window the faces watch through

you don't know who you're looking at, what you gonna do

he'll turnstile drop a coin change his clothes

put on a grin that nobody knows.

big hope for tomorrow like a flea on a cat

a two day life on a three day supply, the kids are all fat

a jagged spoon, a broken dish.

real as uncle benzedrine, a last life wish

i won't pretend to understand

why a lovely woman wants a sinkhole man.