The last car on the line

I guess you're back doing time

The ghost of Christmas past

Left Walt Whitman in the trash



You started out with nothing but lonely days

You used to like the sad songs of doom and gloom

You started with nothing but throwaways

You couldn't live with me so you moved to

Brooklyn



Artificial desserts

Some have cars some have kids

Hit the pathmark after work

Some never been past the bridge



You started out with nothing but lonely days

You used to like the sad songs of doom and gloom

You started with nothing but throwaways

You couldn't live with me so you moved to

Brooklyn



I sometimes lie awake until sunrise

Wondering how we become what we despise



No more couches to surf

Only beaches in your dreams

No more trannies near work

It's still a drag walking in Queens



It's all blood money in the bank

Somehow some people find the nerve

Like the soldiers they thank down in DC

If I could only find the words