Smiles and Grins-Jack Bruce

[broctune]

The smiles on city windows, / It's only the weekly cleaner
The dials on all the faces / Are gradually getting nearer
So make it careful when you can / Forget it if you've read the plan
Call a friend when you're in doubt
Nights are hard when you're locked out

Grins painted on radiators / Are only the teeth of laughter
The numbers of all the victories / Are stenciled on soon after
So don't regret the leaves that fall / Have a little have it all
Take a bit give just as much
Nights are hard without the touch/crutch

The smiling suburban collars / They power the city's cisterns
Whenever they pull the trainchain/They gradually start the pistons
So keep your hair on if you can / When you're living in a van
Call a friend when you're in doubt
Nights are hoarse when you're locked out

Grins painted on petrol tigers / Are only the tanks of porter
Statistics of all the campaigns / Are written down on water
So don't regret the cars that rust / Everything must turn to dust
Cultivate and dig your croft
Nights are hard when you've gone soft

Lovers in the dark / Murders in the park / By the silver moon
Blankets from the fear / Cars when roads are near
Winter's much too soon