A dirty glass on a gritty table
filled with golden oblivion
on ice and lemon on the side
bitter taste for bitter memories
of a love lost, or never had
can't say I'm all that, though..

A worn-out hat hanging
on a dumbwaiter on the wall
waiting for me, calling my name
like silent whispers in the smoky air
while I'm chatting up some lush
with too much makeup and
too little grace, drunken out of
her mind and stoned out of
her soul..