Joed Out

Ten o'clock in the afternoon
You'd better come by here soon
Or I'll go out of my mind
The wind has been unkind
Some idiot untied all five
And locked 'em in my room

"Don't do anything important," you said
"With anybody else
They fuck it up for you, my friend."

But I lie on your bed
And I touch your head
Your hair is as soft
As the cashmere you wear
And my head, it feels sweet again
My friend

Sitting here drinking wine
You know, I'm smoking all the time now
It's hard living your life
On the knife's edge
You either cut your feet
And die where you bleed
Or you fall off the edge

"Don't say anything important," you said
"To anybody else
They fuck it up for you, my friend."

But I lie on your bed
And I touch your head
Your hair is as soft
As the cashmere you wear
And my head, it feels sweet again
My friend