Eline

Lit up at some ocean bar, well within the hurricane zones, searching for forgotten laws, only fools pay their dues, let you drink alone, leave you here to stew, you can only go so far, before the lining folds, start to skimp on cards, even without a feud, on throwaway 'phones, your ravaged face turns Blue, your hair is like tar, Saints reveal their bones, where is your Da, the trail is well used, far away from home, life circles around you, yours is not a lucky star, that hits the right note, hotel toilets for a Spa, tales of love a joke.