Thanks for all your trouble
I would love to meet your double sometime
I got papers to sign
I got a hill to climb
Up from the jungle
See things, ooh, Aunt Jane and Uncle Floyd
Took great pains to avoid
They’re so very paranoid, a-annoyed
 
No visible sign of weakness
Standing with your playmates underneath the city lights
Just you and your good companions
Looking for a reasonable excuse for a fight
Just you and your drunken shadows
Chopping up the wee small hours like a pocketknife
How come each one of those good companions
Leads such a lonely life
 
I don’t mean to come on like a
Silk smokescreen, no nothing like that
I’m just a nervous cat
Looking at a photostat
Dirty shot of you, I hold up and I
Try to feel the light pour through
All shades are blue
My hands are busy too
 
No visible sign of weakness, etc.
 
Have you seen your shadows, baby
Drifting in the wee small hours
In the wee small hours
Oh baby have you seen
 
No river or vine of healing
Kneeling in a bowl of dust, an abandoned car
Just you and your thirst for knowledge
Knowing knowing nothing never got nobody nowhere
Just you and your drunken shadows
Chopping up the wee small, ow, like a pocketknife
How come each one of those good companions
Leads such a lonely life