On Stapleton Road

At four o'clock in the morning I finally put down my guitar Left the night to silence And walked out of the bar The shattered night Lay scattered on the street As I walked my crooked way Between the LeftBank and my sleep Travelling that distance Just like a ragged ghost I watched as the sky was stripped Of its dark and ragged coat And on Stapleton Road As light shone on the windows I stumbled in through my door Once again...