For old times sake He pressed his luck Unconvinced by very much
An honest man Whose instincts failed To belie his views A veil, blind enough to see
From now on Few secrets wear their disguise I know where you stand Weary of suggestion An open hand
So where are we tonight? Take me there Voices raised, glasses high Moving to a sound, barely lit Finally time loses sight Wanders off home Leaves me to pay the bill
