maps
i chased her for the best part of three strong drinks
and then left her to pursue my own delicate disposition
a slight lean to the left and a bottle of vodka
and the night turns with its silken proposition
detroit and the river, maybe a walk with a bottle and a broad
but i'm arm in arm with a bottle of four aces
and he just won't let go, ain't no way no how tonight
so meet me at the corner of the street i left last
and bring the proper regalia, maps to our old home towns
might as well start our reconnaissance now
cause later tonight we won't know how
i'm looking for the smiles of puberty's romance
for the fresh faced sex from high school's last dance
i'm looking through a bottle necked telescope
and i doubt if i'll see anything tonight
but the view in the bottom is a nighttime delight
the smoke and the sax are dancing in my head
there's a redhead smiling reaching for my bed
and i'll wake in the morning and i won't know her name
and she'll look away from my eyes cause she won't know mine
and maybe breakfast at biff's, a bacon n' eggs good-bye
there's confusion as to last nights action
was i drunk, dancing or just a plain fool
i remember chasing midnight
from a plastic leather stool
there were women touching women
and bitches on the make
i went home with a redhead
hell, she was more than i could take
i can't handle the egg yolk, it's like my stomach's on the plate
she just left, i said i'll pick it up baby
of course i will, i have to, she left
another night wasted looking for old times
searching for the past lost in my silly rhymes
another walk along the river a light fog tags along
and in the back of my head some midnight redhead's song
i know now i've lost the map, my hometown's disappeared
and the ice on the detroit river is black and silver clear
i'll walk until i'm tired, or my hometown looms ahead
but i'll have to walk from memory cause all the maps are dead
Copyright © michael dennis/fast eddie press 1979