He hums a tune through his street
My unlatched window, the tune repeats
The curb crawling, car winds down to a stop
A few seconds mumbled then whisks him off
Sick and tired of abuse
Controlled sign of hysteria
But like when dawn arrives
He remembers his leisure
He risks returning through his block
A crack in the curtains is unlocked
No meeting with a mother or greeting a friend
Sharp looking boot jack with time to spend
Sick and tired of abuse
Controlled sign of hysteria
But like when dawn arrives
He remembers his leisure
He rides tonight through his manor
I can see his conscience get the better
From a doorway stepped in shadowed leather
Exchanging handshakes for money and pleasure
He crawls returning through his scum
From a dirty window, his body's numb
Beneath the street lamp, tilts shoulders bent
Meets his pickup who pays his rent
Sick and tired of abuse
Controlled sign of hysteria
But like when dawn arrives
He remembers his leisure
His leisure

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