Sitting in a Bar
Well, I'm sitting in a bar doing lift home deals
With the last two drinkers in a skirt and high heels
One of them's a girl, the other one I'm not so sure
One of them's on acid, the other one's screaming
In baby talk and as I dream there's a cold gray Saturday
Coming in under the door
Well, I've been traveling all week boiling a bone
Shaving the numbers working alone
Any game these days is better than no game at all
Anything for money, a drink and a feed
Anything to know, that I can get what I need
When I'm walking around in the cool of a small town mall
When I slip out the cash card and jam it in the wailing wall
Friday being Friday and the world being young
I had the usual bender in mind
A wet week's end in a club with a casual friend
We'd chat up the doorman to see what was on
She followed me in, and so I tagged along
Some hours later, she's gone
And I'm makin' eyes at the floor
I'm sitting in a bar doing lift home deals
With the last two drinkers in skirt and high heels
And there's a cold gray Saturday
Comin' in under the door
I had a feed around midnight for the man on the run
Now it's half past five and I'm in this dive
And I can feel that meal and it's comin' alive
And I'm sitting in this bar doing lift home deals
With the last two drinkers in a skirt and high heels
One of them's a girl, the other one I'm not sure
One of them's on acid the other one's screaming
In baby talk and everyone's walkin' like a duck
In the daylight coming in under the door
There's a cold gray Saturday, comin' in under the door
With the last two drinkers in a skirt and high heels
One of them's a girl, the other one I'm not so sure
One of them's on acid, the other one's screaming
In baby talk and as I dream there's a cold gray Saturday
Coming in under the door
Well, I've been traveling all week boiling a bone
Shaving the numbers working alone
Any game these days is better than no game at all
Anything for money, a drink and a feed
Anything to know, that I can get what I need
When I'm walking around in the cool of a small town mall
When I slip out the cash card and jam it in the wailing wall
Friday being Friday and the world being young
I had the usual bender in mind
A wet week's end in a club with a casual friend
We'd chat up the doorman to see what was on
She followed me in, and so I tagged along
Some hours later, she's gone
And I'm makin' eyes at the floor
I'm sitting in a bar doing lift home deals
With the last two drinkers in skirt and high heels
And there's a cold gray Saturday
Comin' in under the door
I had a feed around midnight for the man on the run
Now it's half past five and I'm in this dive
And I can feel that meal and it's comin' alive
And I'm sitting in this bar doing lift home deals
With the last two drinkers in a skirt and high heels
One of them's a girl, the other one I'm not sure
One of them's on acid the other one's screaming
In baby talk and everyone's walkin' like a duck
In the daylight coming in under the door
There's a cold gray Saturday, comin' in under the door
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Writer(s): Don Walker
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