Hey, boy, those hard times you’ve been through
They’re never wasted if you chase the blues
Away and then embrace tomorrow
Sure is, you may fool yourself again
By painting pretty pictures in your brain
You sense so much but not a thing
Hey, boy, listen!
Time is running, and love’s not coming
Waiting, waiting...
Half-empty glasses, irrational flashes
Waiting, waiting...
But all you’ve got to do
Is step outside your box or two
See that window
Let the wind blow inside
You’ve got to search before you find
Hey, boy, your longing is too deep
You’re walking on the rope while you’re asleep
A game of chance, o play of whim
So frame your question, please, define
That fiction of your soul that keeps you blind
To the necessity of crime