I slow down, Purple Avenues,
to march around in April's shoes
Weather vanes remind
of the summetimes that I've left behind
The money's gone for auld lang syne
I spent on Eastern Standard Time
What ever happened to my role?
September fell right through the hole
All I've got is empty po-ckets now
Why does August try so hard
to hoist me on my own petard?
I've learned one thing from losing her (alt: how we were)
That an ounce of prevention's worth a pound of cure
The shadows fall, I cannot thread
the tenor of the things you said
All that's left is flesh and bone
The lights are on but no one's home
All I've got is empty pockets now
I spill myself another drink
I count the whiskers in the sink
The orchestra is blind
But I've never been the worrying kind
Subsequently and furthermore
I'll sleep right here on the draining board
I'll never be paroled
I like to drink 'em while they're cold
All I've got is empty pockets now