Sal Two

Before my fame, I thought only of you, and what you craved, shadows pass down in smoke, against an awful truth, shocked again I'm broke, you always waste, my successful tunes, in this different age, at the clubs before, long vibrant rooms, I stripped to the bone, and inside the best cafe's, made them swoon, through long nights and days, I held a simple note, lonely men soothed, their betrayals atoned, to begin again, is hardly new, this serenade, is called lemon blue.