Smoke Changing Hands

Death, what a mess Taking the time you have left Hell is a man And heaven's a lost child who grabbed the wrong hand If God is alive In that house on the Upper West Side Nobody's right And they'll be happy as hell that I'm sleeping tonight Velcro hellos when the B train is slow And the breeze through the tunnel is thin Stale and mean as the passing cars scream And the coffee gets cold once again I'm not asking for something You don't have anyway Just give me the time of the day Give me the time of the day Static goodbyes on the Bakerloo Line For the chaos of smoke changing hands Walking free over day-old debris In piles exposed on the land I'm not asking for something You don't have anyway Just give me the time of the day Give me the time of the day All my memories are lies Keeping others alive Flashing cash to the crew Got my pictures of you On the other side And all my mantras repeat Til they turn obsolete Saying "life isn't fair" Yeah but shouldn't we try To get there Just let me down Oh let me down slow Let me down Yeah let me down slow Let me down Oh let me down slow Just let me down Yeah let me down Death, what a mess Taking the time we have left Hell is a man And heaven's a lost child who grabbed the wrong hand If God is alive In that house on the Upper West Side Nobody's right And they'll be happy as hell that I'm sleeping tonight