Jeffrey Foucault I'm Alright
The american flag at 1:05
In the morning in my town
Is hanging above Main Street
Stock still above a spot light
Like a dare to keep the moon from going down
And I am walking home with beer breath
Under street lights that are useless
There's no one here
No one can hear the sound
I'm alright
In the tent sale of my dreams
I had marked so many down from what I paid
Growing up and growing older
I thought man there ain't no profit in this game
And then my friends began to own things
And make thirty five a year
They got jobs with health insurance
They got cars with second gear
But I'm alright
At the corner of Third and Edward
In the lot across the street from my front porch
Where the Mexicans play salsa
From the cars that got no hubcaps
In a parking lot that used to be a church
And they dance sweet and close together
Where the light shines off the chrome
The reflection of the homeless
Who know what it means
To be home
And I'm alright
There are stars in the daylight
But no one can ever tell
You can only see them
From the bottom of a well
And I have been down to the bottom
I appreciate the view
But I am on my way up
And I am coming to tell you
I'm alright
Now as I sit here at my desk in my apartment
Smoking cigarettes tonight
Drinking Rhinelander beer in my bare feet
And toasting everything in sight
Here's one for Townes Van Zandt
And here's one for Geronimo
Here's one for all my good friends
One for a girl I used to know
I'm alright
