Sitting In A Bar

Well, I’m sitting in the bar doing lift home deals
With the last two drinkers in a skirt and high heels
One of them’s a girl, the other one I’m not so sure
One of them’s on acid, the other one’s screaming
In baby talk and as I dream there’s a cold gray Saturday
Coming in under the door
Well, I’ve been traveling all week boiling a bone
Shaving the numbers working alone
Any game these days is better than no game at all
Anything for money, a drink and a feed
Anything to know, I can get what I need
When I’m walking around in the cool of a small town mall
When I slip out the cash card and jam it in the wailing wall
Friday being Friday and the world being young
I had the usual bender in mind
A wet week’s end in a club with a casual friend
We chatted up the doorman to see what was on
She followed me in, so I tagged along
Some hours later, she’s gone
I’m makin' eyes at the floor
Sitting in a bar doing lift home deals
With the last two drinkers in a skirt and high heels
And there’s a cold gray Saturday
Comin' in under the door
I had a feed around midnight for the man on the run
Now it’s half past five and I’m in this dive
I can feel that meal and it’s comin' alive
And I’m sitting in a bar doing lift home deals
With the last two drinkers in a skirt and high heels
One of them’s a girl, the other one I’m not sure
One of them’s on acid the other one’s screaming
In baby talk and everybody’s walkin' like a duck
In the daylight coming in under the door
There’s a cold gray Saturday, comin' in under the door