Time of Glory - NYC
Sitting on the turntable
Sitting in the microwave
176 degrees
c 180 and I flip back to look
ct the man who recognizes me
cnd wants to give me a hug
He'd give me the keys to his flat in Greenpoint if I needed a place to crash
I could sleep on the futon by his bed
But I'm not sure he knows who I am
cnd I don't even know his name
I shredded on the ukulele at a Turner Cody show
I got loaded with weed from Northern Oregon
cnd at the end of the night I got well rewarded
With a ticket for a free drink
The choice is Red Stripe or Pabst
It was my time of Glory
New York City
I wrote a letter to a friend in Paris
I played it cool and said I took it easy
I told him how I slept with you
and how it didn't matter to me
cnd how you couldn't hurt me now
I almost lied when my mother asked me
If I was making any money
I almost lied but I knew I sucked at it
cnd confessed that I was broke
cnd couldn't afford a coffee
cnd was getting skinny
Holes in my 3-day shirt
I guess I smell now
I haven't slept in a bed for 12 weeks
I haven't walked my dogs in 12 weeks
I've written songs
cnd they made me sound
So angry
I'll burn a CD
cnd I'll send you a copy