Walking Papers 2

Into the Truth

The remains of the weekend laid about the place

I went out looking for some sympathy

I returned from the deep end with my mind erased

I found a stranger lying in the bed right next to me

Where did she come from?

How did we meet?

Her hair spilled like a suicide out onto the sheets

I found her name next to a number on the back of a receipt

She came out of nowhere

Time doesn’t wait for anybody

And I’m talking to myself like it’s you

I didn’t mean to hurt nobody

I took the lie and stretched it into the truth

Vaguely I remember after having a few

Stumbling down the sewers of 2nd Avenue

There was cocktails a cover charge loud music and lights

And some trouble from those knowing

They’re going home alone tonight

I heard a man’s voice come from the corridor

Followed by a sharp knock on the door

He said “I know that you’re in there”

“We’ve been through this before”

I scrambled to find my clothes on the floor

Time doesn’t wait for anybody

And I’m not looking for an excuse

I used to want to be somebody

I took the lie and stretched it into the truth