Sal Two

Before my fame, I only thought of you, and what you craved, shadows pass in blue smoke, against an awful truth, shocked again I'm broke, you always did waste, my successful tunes, in this different age, at the clubs alone, long lonely rooms, stripped to the bone, inside the best cafe's, I would have bloomed, by night and by day, holding a simple note, lonely men soothed, like bathing atones, to begin again, is hardly new, this Subway, stinks of feuds.