Big City Sad

Spooky winds.

Weeping sirens.

Last call’s ahead

On my horizon.

Lying in the street dead,

This cat’s no lion.

I can’t get out of bed.

I got the Big City sad.

Back in my Jack-in-a-Box

I go, doomed for detox.

Don’t ya know?

I got the Big City sad.

Light as a feather.

Deader than ever.

Whisk me away,

Dear wind.

Light as a feather.

Deader than ever.

Whisk me away,

Dear friend.

A selfish life I live,

Obsessed over words.

Some have wisdom t’give,

But I produce turds.

I gotta get away from here,

Drain down the sink

The bottles & beers;

There’ll be plenty to drink,

I’m assured,

In the life afterwards,

Where there’s no more fear,

No more fear t’be had,

& all clear’s my head

Of the Big City sad.

Light as a feather.

Deader than ever.

Whisk me away,

Dear wind.

Light as a feather.

Deader than ever.

Whisk me away

To a brisk end.