Fish Fry

Stood up outside the fish fry Hailed a Bahamian 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?