Some day, I will form a band called, and release an album entitled, The Milwaukee Gas Station Incident.
but I’d done nothing wrong.
No one can scatter a crowd like me …
Now we’re both a little wiser
and we’re both a little drained.
But mostly we are more or less the same.
Still I want to be there,
the one time we got it right.
With a simple move we lit the night.
A short end to such a long night it seemed,
before we’d taken our share.
But God knows: with the tank topped up I’d burn us all
Cold lights on the lake in July.
The car still burns in the wind.
Some night, in a roundabout way, I’ll show the world…