Glocca Morra Bedford Avenue
well, we were calling it "bridge iced over" with a heart
of gold and a good way to cut it slack. if any takers are
willing, it will be a short ride there but a long one
back. but i felt good for once, though it was poor form
on both our parts. i was crawling on my back for weeks
and if the devil caught me in substance, i was down to
tell it. and so the rain fell, and this torrential down
pour was keeping me dry - i fell into the weight of all
i've done. the girl was right, the girl was right. it was
keeping me up nights. the sun was up, it bares its teeth
- i'm coming home. i was watching the trees grow when i
should have been watching you. passing through bedford
avenue, you should have seen it - you're in it, you're in
it now. you're in it, you're in it now ! i was taking it
downtown when i should have been taking it home. but i
won't be here in the morning when you wake up - sometimes
you have to leave alone.
