he landed softly where they long for great escape
he lived in offices in towers
he had his coffee weeks and alcohol fridays
he never added up his hours
oh would i think about you now?
there'd be hell to pay
oh would you ever live it down?
so turn your cheek if "can't believe it" is your first say
what longer goners livin sour at the bar say
he saw his sheets and never better if he don't say why
what a rifle lonely and a flask and a song say