Purple Avenue

I slow down pebbled avenues

To march around in April shoes

Where the veins remind

Of the summer times that I've left behind

Money's gone for Auld Lang Syne

Spent on Eastern Standard Time

Whatever happened to my row?

September fell right through the hole

All I've got is empty pockets now

And why does August try so hard

To hoist me on my own petard?

I've learned one thing from how we were

That an ounce of prevention's worth a pound of cure

The shadows fall but I cannot thread

The tenor of the things you said

All that's left is flesh and bone

Lights are on and no one's home

All I've got is empty pockets now

I spill myself another drink

I count the whiskers in the sink

The orchestra is blind

But I've never been a worrying kind

Subsequently and furthermore

I'll sleep right here on the draining board

I'll never be paroled

I like to drink them while they're cold

And all I've got is empty pockets now