Broker's Blues

I ran down to the bus
And the bus was late
I figured it wouldn't take much to wait
At this god forsaken hour
I had to make it to the iron tower
I looked down at my watch
And my watch looked fine
I looked up at the street
There went the old M9
And it's another way of saying
That I'm close to lost
And I'm heading nowhere

I wanna sing forever more
And not look back
I'd like to stick it to the world and have a crack

The paper pile stacks up
And the rates dive down
I need another crazy reason to stay around
And It's the cleanest way of emptying my rubbish bin
And I'm sane again
And then my tie knot's tight
My belt's worn out
I need another pair of pants to be out and about
And all the shops are dark and empty
And I'm browsing for my sanity

I wanna sing forever more
And not look back
I'd like to stick it to the world and have a crack

The eyes of Donald Sutherland
The faded jeans of a manual labour man

I stuffed three dressed coat hangers in my bag
I ran down to 8th avenue and hailed a cab
I said this time will be the last time that I head for
Grand Central Station
And then my ticket stub's torn
And my bag's in the rack
The sound of the whisle
The train was leaving
I was counting the few hours
Til' the Crapalachian rail's-a running

I wanna sing forever more
And not look back
I'd like to stick it to the world and have a crack