A Song for Tommy

The joker rides the subway
Stealing glances to his left
As the queen of diamonds sashays on
In a brand new vintage dress
And he swears he can recall her
From a hand he did not play
But he’s sure he probably don’t know her at all
So he looks away
He’s a masochistic poet
He’s an angel without wings
He’s an acrobat who gamble
'Til he loses everything
She’s a sycophantic jester
She is all the things he’d like to push away
But somehow she knows the corners of his soul
And makes him wanna stay
And he sings, «Oh Aphrodite
Let your hair fall long
I’ll lay naked here beside you
Whisper you a country song
That I heard out on the AM
Though I can’t say I know all the words»
The demon that’s been chasing him
Has finally bowed its head
And the sweet repose that comes with tasting freedom
Is not far away, I swear
When the answer to your prayers is hanging inches
From your outstretched trembling hands
That’s the time to mine the diamonds on the inside
Let’s just all breathe deep again