Downtown Tonight

By: Fee

And the Karaoke Queens like some old has-beens

Sing their songs to their armchair quarter backs

While the model like pose in fishing net hose

Strut their stuff on the wrong side of the tracks

And I walk along blind I know no love will I find

On a another dirty bean town Saturday night

A pimp dragging a hooker, who once was a looker

He’s keeping his bus’ness hidden from sight

And I walk seeking love in the stars shining above

Now and then glimpsed through the city smog

Drinking eight dollar wine that never tasted so fine

Replaying my past indiscretions misted in fog

And the lonely cop on the beat is feeling the heat

He keeps yelling now just move along folks

In strobe lights he stands guard over his tiny backyard

As he puts up with the clichéd donut jokes

And the old and the tired, the sick and the wired

Persist in this disguise they call life

Hungry children are crying and people are dying

And the irony of it all cuts like a knife

And at night I lay down my head in a ten dollar bed

In a cheap fluorescent box that I now call home

No more satin sheets or poetry written by Keats

No HD TV or one touch cell phone

And the bed next door squeaks and the taps all leak

My pets are a the roaches and mice

Yet I find comfort here far, far from you there

As all things must come with a price