The voice against the line

The cogs are made of old tines

I was no citizen of any kind then

Her with Fuchsia in her hair

And bumblebees in her garden

Me with no keys or any idea when

Somewhere between liquor and Listerine

There's wasted breath upon wasted dreams

And I'm standing on the side of the road

I lose a buck to make a dime

I'd lose a year for an hour of your time

And I'm standing on the side of the road

I may just explode

Some poor fellow dressed in rags

With apple cores in old bags

Is crushing Coke cans in shoes too tight

He said, "I should a read these books years ago

You know it took all this time to learn what I'll never know

Now begins the reign of reason and light"

Somewhere between liquor and Listerine

There's wasted breath upon wasted dreams

And I'm standing on the side of the road

I lose a buck to make a dime

I'd lose a year for an hour of your time

And I'm standing on the side of the road