Tonight I sat with some friends of mine,
And drank beer and talked bollocks.
And someone sold me some dope
And it was suggested that I get a dog.
They then went home and I moved to the bar.
I spoke to the barmaid and watched her.
And then I went home too. And smoked some
Of this excellent dope. And wrote this bullshit.
But the music was good.
It’s always going to be this way.
But that’s OK because I know it could be worse.
I’m going to fly across a desert,
And sail across an ocean
And see the moon watching me
From amidst a billion bright stars.
I promise you.
And one day,
I might even make love again.