Purple Avenue

As I slow down on purple avenues

To march around in April's shoes

The weathervanes remind

Of summertimes that I've left behind

All the money's gone for Auld Lang Syne

I spent on Eastern Standard Time

What happened to my roll(2)

September fell right through the hole

All I've got is empty pockets now

Oh why does August try so hard

To hoist me on my own petard(3)

I've learned one thing from losing her

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

The shadows fall, I cannot thread

The tenor of the things you've said

All that's left is flesh and bone(4)

The lights are on but no one's home

All I've got is empty pockets now

I spill myself another drink

I count the whiskers in the sink(5)

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 will never be paroled

I like to drink them while they're cold

All I've got is empty pockets now