I've been walking the streets all day till long gone 
sunset, I felt the devil flap his wings on Pilgrim 
Hill, 
There's dead flowers in cellophane stacked up on the 
pavement
And all my heart's voices are counting off the choices 
I didn't make,
All the chances I didn't take.
There's a song in my head, something ancient by some 
one-hit wonder, 
I find a bench in the park and feed the pigeons my 
stale cheeseburger,
I stop and listen to a busker murder "Halellujah" --- 
man you should've heard her ---
I saw two dead foxes by the hotdog-stand, the sky's the 
colour of a milkshake and the hip-flask in my hand
I called by to see Joe at the infirmary, took him an 
old NME from the glam-rock days,
But the ghost propped up on pillows must be just Joe's 
shadow,
And there's no way back to any safe place
And I'm twirling in deep space alone, 
Like that song said: No direction homeÂ….. 
So I kill some time in a second-hand bookstore
Run by this albino guy with a head shaped like a 
Hallowe'en pumpkin. 
I stand at the window watching the wind rolling a Coke 
can.
I came across this postcard --- I slipped it in my bag 
---
Of a squad of GIs raising that Iwo Jima flag.
But I left it lying in some bar Â…Â…