Jun 14, 2005 00:57
visiting my buddy in town,
clambake phenomena running rampant over here
compass overboard followed by martini glasses
and whatever comes next because once somebody starts something
you have to carry it through and tear the night asunder,
forget about your job and forget about your girlfriends
as all the boys in the world dump their girlfriends all at one time
and sit lovely afterwards throwing things off the balcony.
follow the schedule and wake up tomorrow morning
make due with what you got and work for what you want
take care of what you flaunt and remember what you thought.
she'll ask you what's the matter, ruckus is the matter
but ruckus happens anyway so why get upset?
because things keep on happening!
for one minute, will nothing happen please?
toss another napkin off the balcony
and watch the women pass by on the grass,
thighs probably smooth and warm
and your reflection could be in their eyes.
in soothing increments they could wander to you.
but your nights are threatened by the day ahead
incessantly watching you wander
it sees how your money could be spent
and it tells you not to do so.
clouds drift over earth, but you don't
because you have to stop and rest.