Clark Street
In the morning light I see you
Just like I did that day
When we first woke up together
Intimate strangers
It was only in the morning
I could see your eyes were blue
And in those precious sober moments
I fell in love with you
And I thought I was a poet
And you were my tragic mate
And together we’d share misery
And inspiration and fate
Now in the morning when you wake up
You never reach for me
Until you find the bottle
And a cigarette or three
We see if we have food
And we search for our car keys
Just getting through the day
Is not the fun it used to be
We’re feeding on each other’s wounds
And we can’t heal this way
So I’m getting in my car
And I’m leaving you today
There’s a little club on Clark Street
That we used to go in
Where we’d listen to a comic
While we drank our share of gin
And he’d rant and rave and ramble
‘Til the night came to and end
And there was no one left but drunks there
When the lights came up again
And I feel like that comic
When I try to talk to you
With your sleepy eyes and drunken grins
And silly midnight rendezvous’
Now my car is a predator
But it don’t eat its prey
It leaves it lying on the highway
Until it rots away
And big black vultures
Come down from the sky
And pick at the carcass
Until another car comes by
And I feel like the road kill
Picked by bottles on the wing
I’ll run away from you
‘Cause I can’t run away from me
