Fish Fry - Slaughter Beach, Dog

Stood up outside the fish fry

Hailed a Bohemian taxi driver

Furnished my dollar twenty five

Hopped on the number ten for a quick ride

Into the dull night

Singing praise songs

From the back seat under cold fluorescent lights

Mostly at night I can’t ignore

The feeling of wishing you were with me

All of my friends insist that I

Should really be spending some time alone

Assessing my thoughts

Completing emotional calculations

Deriving psychological sums and suffering slow

One more drink

My heart sinks

Eight weeks gone

Your Ma’s front lawn

White House Beach

I can’t speak

Delaware, where oh where are we?

Move out to 52nd Street

Put all my things in Jeff’s new basement

See you before I up and leave

Tear out my hair and walk home wasted

Sleep through the alarm

In the morning I still taste it

My good luck charm

Head off to 30th Street Station

One more drink

My heart sinks

Eight weeks gone

Your Ma’s front lawn

White House Beach

I can’t speak

Delaware, where oh where are we?

I had that dream again last night

In the convenience store

There is no window in this room

Get up undressed

Make an educated guess

If it is morning yet

There’s something I don’t get

One more drink

My heart sinks

Eight weeks gone

Your Ma’s front lawn

White House Beach

I can’t speak

Delaware, where oh where are we?