Lean On Me Baby

Drifting down the highway on a barrel of wine
Sailing on the shadows of a windy old mind
I don’t wanna hear about love and the gifts of time
Strutting like a madman through a cafe of saints
Down the streets of sorrow where the people are faint
I don’t wanna hear about fate and the garden gates

Lean on me baby, won’t you hand me your time
Lean on me baby, it’s a dirty old life
Smiling when we’re dying and the orchestra is going home
Lean on me baby, won’t you hand me your time
Lean on me baby, it’s a dirty old life
Grieving when we’re living and another troubled child is born

Drinking with the phantoms near the docks in the bay
There’s a haven in the city where I earn my pay
Playing my songs in the shade of a dirty old stage
I used to be a poet but those days are gone
I spoke for generations I should leave all alone
You can still read my words of rage if you find the right page

Sitting on a bar stool in my favorite bar
Levitating slowly on a heatwave of cars
Draining down my bottle and I guess it’s raining beer outside
Drawing me a ladder to the clouds up above
Hands of angels touch me and the weather gets worse
I should’ve seen it coming but my soul was drowning deep in night