Ninety Six

Am i first in line, to capture your Blues, please pass me that wine, you shake the car keys, act like a fool, each day is no Odyssey, that stretch inside, you used like a mule, hasn't sharpened your mind, you don't do easy, why disguise the news, by shooting the breeze, clothes cashmere fine, stamp out your truth, each turn of the dice, now you come to me, what you cannot intuit, as if no one can see, gone is the time, i'll act like a tool, your Pa's the real crime, i'm just not in tune.