John Nolan
Standing Outside a Broken Phone Booth with Money in My Hand
Jan lays down and wrestles in her sleep.Moonlight spills on comic booksAnd superstars in magazines.An old friend calls and tells us where to meet.Her plane takes off from BaltimoreAnd touches down on Bourbon street.We sit outside and argue all night longAbout a god we've never seen,But never fails to side with me.Sunday comes and all the papers say:Ma Teresa's joined the mobAnd happy with her full time job.Am I alive or thoughts that drift away?Does summer come for everyone?Can humans do what prophets say?If I die before I learn to speak,Can money pay for all the days I lived awakeBut half asleep?I've been downhearted, baby,Ever since the day we met.A life is time, they teach you growing up.Seconds ticking killed us allSongtexteA million years before the fall.You ride the waves and don't ask where they go.You swim like lions through the crestAnd bathe yourself in zebra flesh.I've been downhearted, baby,Ever since the day we met.
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