Couldn't get a cab on st. charles street, i was just another bum
No one back home would accept my collect calls
Two days at a bus station in birmingham
Finally got home and sobered up
The friends i had weren't friends at all
One more satori linked to new orleans
All's over, i feel fine
All's over, what's to miss?
Slept on a bench in audobon park, 50 days of drinking and slinging art
Done a lot that i'm not proud of
To quote mr. waits, you're innocent when you dream
And i'm innocent when i dream
On the nights it would rain, i'd run to oak street
Sleep as long as third shift could let me
Street mantras from winos, played for change
Chased dharma bums, found out i was the same
All's over
Slept on a bench in audobon park, 50 days of drinking and slinging art
Done a lot that i'm not proud of
To quote mr. waits, you're innocent when you dream