Too Much Whiskey, Not Enough Blankets

Traffic is at a standstill
And I can’t see the moon through the city lights
And I’m staring out a window at a life on foreign soil
The city’s changing, lady, but some people stay the same
I’m not looking for a hero
I’m just waiting for simplicity
Because it used to be so simple
Living my life on so little
Before I started admitting what gets the best of me
And I wait with bated breath for the pieces that were left
You can’t teach them what you don’t know
I’m standing on the overpass
With shredded paper and broken glass
There’s got to be a single better place to talk this over
Where you can tell me about my failings
Or is it enough to know I’m fine with them
If it’s good enough I’ll embrace it
And it’s close enough, so close I can taste it
These days are my days and that will never change