Ella

You say up your game, ask how much we chance, shuffle what remains, listen to our muted song, who would ever chance, all the things gone wrong, watching the rain, sheet down naked footpaths, you pause in refrain, sing the ease of crowded bars, cargo ships and sunlit France, rooms with dark marks, red lips white faced, cigarettes smoked and laughs, sipping fine champagne, here we just bumble along, flying by our pants, wish we were better strong, watching while lighted trains, moan thru' stations underpass, burning like flames, we're not like tramps.