I slow d own Purple A venues
to march ar ound in A pril's s hoes
Weather v anes rem ind
of the s ummetimes that I 've left beh ind
The money's g one for a uld lang s yne
I s pent on Eastern S tandard Time
What ever h appened t o my r ole?
September f ell right t hrough the h ole
All I've g ot is em pty p o-ckets n ow
Why does A ugust t ry so h ard
to hoist me o n my o wn petard?
I've l earned one thing f rom losing her
That an o unce of prev ention's worth a p ound of c ure
The shadows f all I cannot t hread
the tenor o f the t hings you s aid
All that's l eft is f lesh and b one
The lights are o n but n o one's h ome
All I've g ot is e mpty p ocket s no w
I s pill myself ano ther drink
I count the w hiskers i n the s ink
The o rchest ra is b lind
But I've n ever been the w orrying k ind
Subsequent ly and f urtherm ore
I'll sleep right h ere on the d raining b oard
I'll n ever b e par oled
I like to d rink 'em w hile they're c old
All I've g ot is e mpty p ocket s now