Peter Wolf Crier Crutch & Cane
Somewhere I hear someone they call for you Mama is cooking up a plate for two Where's my home? Somewhere safe Where's my hero? Running late Where's my heroine? She's in your veins. Riddles and rambling gambling with the boys Swollen from smoking away all our toys Where's our smile? Where's our grace? Where's the ones we've replaced? Where's my childhood eager-to-please state? I want you I need you I never really need no one Except maybe Zanzibar. J find it now and now but less these days A fearless failure can sometimes have his way At my best I am you Not just one all of you You who tore away my crutch and canc. I'll hIm around and check when time is right I'll repay all of you when I get mine But for right now have my breath Save my legs take what's left What is left of me after this day. I want you I need you I never really need no one Except maybe Zanzibar.
