Smell of cigarettes, & whiskey wear themselves in the wind,
The lyrical melody of an ambulance plays in the night, on lonely streets.
He is heading to another bar at 1am. "Give me beer,
beer baby,blues, gotta dull the pain."
He takes his motorcycle to the next stop,
getting off in a smoky club.
He hasn't had his fill.
There is rain chiseling through his skin.
Rubbing his mustache he thinks it all looks better by moonlight &
Through the vision weaving in & out of strip clubs,
wasted , man, wasted, he
staggers to a cheap motel,
waking up to a strange pair of
tits,
grabbing on,
sucking to remind him
he is alive.