Bar song

If so many here are homeless
and so many all alone
the kind of place that we all live in
can't be called home

Someone should erase the lines that
my jigsaw-puzzle fingers find
round your mouth and round your eyes
keeping track of time (time time time)

         baby I can't talk now
         why don't you come back
         or call again tomorrow

do not try to be too tender
someone's sure to break your heart
do not show it when you're stronger
then you're much too smart

and of course you are my friend
and I'll drink with you and drown
in the sorrows of the many
in the dreams of eiderdown (down down down)

        refr.


1978.