John Two

Stand by an unlit lamp, a tree, a bridge, shaking, I wait like a tramp, Inside hear some muted song, who would ever say, I used to belong, better take a chance, play this game, maybe go to France, hope I’m not wrong, looking at the rain, stream against a lovely bar, wonder how much it costs, shuffle what remains, no more wounds to lance, someone will come along, Heh Pal come this way, put something in my pocket, cigarettes and laughs, beer like champagne, my life dances, praise each sweet day.