Joed Out

Ten o'clock in the afternoon You'd better come by here soon Or I'll go out of my mind The wind has been unkind Some idiot untied all five And locked 'em in my room "Don't do anything important," you said "With anybody else They f*ck it up for you, my friend" But I lie on your bed And I touch your head Your hair is as soft As the cashmere you wear And my head, it feels sweet again My friend Sitting here drinking wine You know, I'm smoking all the time now It's hard living your life On the knife's edge You either cut your feet And die where you bleed Or you fall off the edge "Don't say anything important," you said "To anybody else They f*ck it up for you, my friend" But I lie on your bed And I touch your head Your hair is as soft As the cashmere you wear And my head, it feels sweet again My friend