Quick Lyrics

It's quick and getting quicker

And I'm slowing down

The slick are getting slicker

And they're leaving town

And everything I took to be solid ground

Is busy sliding

The melancholic honking

Of the evening cars

The hollow honky-tonking

Underneath the stars

Pianoman is playing in the empty bars

Announcing endings

Oh tonic and gin

Tonic, tonic and gin gin gin gin

Gin

I settle down and try to write a couple lines

I can be so derivative and stale sometimes

I want the Gods of Literature to touch my mind

To use it freely

I try to think of things to say and come up dry

The words just don't reveal themselves

I don't know why

I've lived days like today a hundred thousand times

So what's another?

When three weeks have gone by

And I haven't penned a thing

Until right now

The construction site is building in the key of C

Jack-hammering, crescendoing along with me

The heaviness is shedded and I'm on the breeze

On the South-Easter

And today's the kind of day

I knuckle down on bad days

To arrive at

And it's good

It's really good