A Street

I used to be your favourite drunk, good for one more laugh
Then we both ran out of luck, luck was all we ever had
You put on a uniform to fight the civil war
You looked so good I didn't care what side you were fighting for
Wasn't all that easy when you up and walked away
But I'll save that little story for another rainy day
I know the burden's heavy as you wheel it through the night
Some people say it's empty but that don't mean it's light
You left me with the dishes and a baby in the bath
You're tight with the militias, you wear their camouflage
You always said we're equals so let me march with you
Just an extra in the sequel to the old red white and blue
Baby don't ignore me we were smokers we were friends
Forget that tired story of betrayal and revenge
I see the ghost of culture with numbers on his wrist
Salute some new conclusion that all of us had missed
I cried for you this morning and I'll cry for you again
But I'm not in charge of sorrow so please don't ask me when
There may be wine and roses and magnums of champagne
But we'll never know we'll never ever be that drunk again
OK, the party's over, but I've landed on my feet
And I'm standing here, on this corner, where there used to be a street
The party's over, but I've landed on my feet
I'll be standing on this corner, where there used to be a street
So let's drink to when it's over and let's drink to when we meet
I'll be standing on this corner, where there used to be a street