lit another cigarette
sat down at the table to think
discovered that the secret of the universe
was the ice cubes melting in my drink
what do I get the stuff
what do I get the stuff from
what do you get the stuff and why does it come
had another cigarette
sat down at the table to drink
stop and breathe while I
I think I need to think
I think I need to think hard
hard about my, hard about my
my reasons for doing what I do
my reasons for feeling how I feel
my reasons for doing what I do
my reasons for feeling how I feel
you know, feel about you
lit another cigarette
sat down at the table to think
stop and breathe awhile
what have I learned about love
what have I learned about love you tell me
what have I learned about myself
the last poem's poet
he is not an outspoken man
the last poem's poet
he is, he is not, not an intelligent man
the last poet's poem
will be about the mistakes that he has made in his life
the last poet's poem
will be about everything he would have done differently
if the time would have been right
righter than this
righter than that
you know it's righter than everything you've ever thought was possible
righter than this
righter than that
righter than everything you ever thought possible
and this life is possible in the next one
what is possible in this life is possible for everyone
lit another cigarette
sat down at the table to think
discovered that the secret of the universe was melting slowly in my drink
and I have come to a conclusion
I have come to a conclusion finally
I have come to a conclusion
within conclusion there is delusion
within delusion there is illusion
and within illusion
there is confusion here
there is confusion here
there is confusion here
confusion is the straightest talk you will ever know
confusion doesn't care about what you have or who you know
confusion is a friend of mine
has been for a long, long time
confusion is a friend of mine
you know he has been for a long long long long time
got the balls to show it
the last poem's poet
he's got the reasons to show it
the last poem's poet
lost the fear to blow it
the last poem's poet
he's got the courage to know it
the last poem's poet
the last
the last time I saw your face
my mind led to a race
the last time I saw your face
fell prey to a liar's grace
in the end I will be fine
in the end I will be fine
yeah, in the end I will be fine
in the end I think I'll lose my mind
lit another cigarette
lit another cigarette
and I'm alright
I'm just a little tired I guess
just a little tired