Fences

Come on my friend

Let's leave these men in the bed

And go back home

While the citys still dead

Across the bridge as the sun rises

Past the mountains and the boats below

I got out way before I couldn't let go

Best to leave while on a high

Had no money to afford a bed

No lock on the door and alcohol on my breath

And strange men in my head

Oh I've been bad I don't want to be bad anymore

We got home

Our building still asleep

Try to order in breakfast

Check the answer machine

Pin business cards to the wall

Try to decipher the eviction note

Come the first of the month it says that we have to go

But where to I'm not sure

Left our mark carved in the hardwood floor

Empty bottles old balloons on the door

And bass amps in the hall