Slow Hands

Got down on the subway with my oldest friend Jean-Luc

Commemorated the occasion with his gin and my juice

"Luke, you got me thinking, you're drunk all the time"

"No," with a chuckle, "I'm not drunk I feel so fine"

Stuck there on the D train where it heads above ground

Into a scene of blasted buildings

Where the drunks go to fall down

Staring out the window asked about Secona Lee

"Luke, do me a favor, never mention that to me"

He's still staring out the window as I pat myself on the back feel a little

Better 'cause I'll never end like that

But you know our only difference

He gets drunk while I chase fame

Just like Luke

In the evening, there's no one to say my name

Lay it down in full view