Seven jars left on the chair, two of them empty,
five of them clear,
Gone again before the sunrise, will there be more
surprises from here?
Have another coffee, am I losing ground? Am I losing
ground?
Somewhere in the fire and rum was a golden locket of
treasures undone,
Uncoiled jack-in-the-boxes, uncoiled snakes in the
paths where you run,
Have another coffee, am I losing ground? Am I losing
ground?
Turn around again, you were first here anyway,
Anyway, I may lose a night, but you can have your
time back
Somewhere in the river she knows where boulders lie
in the deep undertow,
I'm to tired for drowning things and she's to tired
to row,
Have another coffee, am I losing ground? Am I losing
ground?
When does the weather come clear, when does the sun
get big around here?
Wide-eyed wandering the buildings and alleys and
foraging for another beer,
Have another coffee, am I losing ground? Am I losing
ground?
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