
Lincoln Man ft. Mike Flattley Lyrics
- Genre:Acoustic
- Year of Release:2022
Lyrics
Taking small comfort from Saturday's Age
Feeling the cold of the bench through each page
Salvation stews bottle of booze
Taking a meal from parkside bins
Cigarette ends in Carlton tins
Turning towards whatever brings him a friend
Dancing with unseen friends, his mind pretends
To be dancing with a queen
Fantasy plays its game and hides his name
In a mist of dreams, 'till the cold air gleams
On the
Pattern of patchwork that makes up his clothes
Small bits of string and some rags for his toes
Old coat and shoes, battered and bruised
Meeting a friend in Lincoln Park
Passing the day to greet the dark
That hides every worn and weathered mark on his face
Dancing with unseen friends, his mind pretends
To be dancing with a queen
Fantasy plays its game and hides his name
In a mist of dreams, 'till the cold air gleams
On his clothes