Coattail Rider

Drunken voices rise from the street

Without sirens, trains, without sleep

I hear the laughter of the the East End witch

Low saxophone under the bridge

I chased a taxi through Chelsea today

And scuffed my new boots in the rain

Then I passed a bar without so much as a glance

I thought ‘dear boy you’ve changed’

Oooooh I’m a coattail rider

Theres an old saying that we have back home

So old I forgot how it goes

Something about not looking back,

Something dumb like that

I thought to myself ‘could it be’?

But alas she ain’t waving at me

So I drive home the point, then Bogart that joint,

Not much has changed it would seem

Oooooh I’m a coattail rider

Drunken voices rise from the street

Without sirens, trains, without sleep

I chased a taxi through Chelsea today

And scuffed my new boots in the rain