A Street

I used to be your favorite drunk

good for one more laugh

then we both ran out of luck

luck was all we ever had

you put on a uniform

to fight the civil war

you looked so good I didn't care

what side you're fighting for

it wasn't all that easy

when you up and walked away

but I'll save that little story

for another rainy day

I know the burden's heavy

as you wheel it through the night

some peopel say it's empty

but that don't mean it's light

you left me with the dishes

and a baby in the bath

you're tight with the militias

you wear their camouflage

you always said we're equal

so let me march with you

just an extra in the sequel

to the old red white and blue

baby don't tiginre me

we were smokers we were friends

forget that tired story

of betrayal and revenge

I see the ghost of culture

with numbers on his wrist

salute some new conclusion which all of us have missed

I cried for you this morning

and I'll cry for you again

but I'm not in charge of sorrow

so please don't ask me when

and magnums of champagne

but we'll never no we'll never

ever be that drunk again

the party's over

but I've landed on my feet

I'll be standing on this corner

where there used to be a street