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couldnât get a cab on st. charles street, I was just another bum
no one back home would accept my collect calls
two days at a bus station in Birmingham
finally got home and sobered up
the friends I had werenât friends at all
one more satori linked to new orleans
allâs over, I feel fine
allâs over, whatâs to miss?
Slept on a bench in Audobon Park, 50 days of drinking and slinging art
done a lot that Iâm not proud of
to quote Mr. Waits, âyouâre innocent when you dreamâ
and Iâm innocent when I dream
on the nights it would rain, Iâd run to Oak Street
sleep as long as third shift could let me
street mantras from winos, played for change
chased dharma bums, found out I was the same
allâs over
Slept on a bench in Audobon Park, 50 days of drinking and slinging art
done a lot that Iâm not proud of
to quote Mr. Waits, âyouâre innocent when you dreamâ
and Iâm innocent when I dream