The City Through a Glass

The thing is
You can't look at a city
Through a glass

You're gonna hop from bar to bar
And then collapse back at the apartment
You've spent a total of ten hours in
During the six months
You've been living here

Just another city, right?
Just another stop on the tour

Because you're a rock star, right?
You've come and gone
So many times
Your shadow's probably still
Two jobs behind you

You can get in and out of a tuxedo
Faster than most people can throw on pajamas

Your hairline's receding
Your skin's getting worse
Your smile's sliding off your face
Like spaghetti on a wall

You wake up on the carpet
Instead of in the bed

Something about this
Feels comfortable to you

You feel like the bed's too high
To climb into anymore

What business do you have up there anyway?

You have a place with a balcony now
That's nice
Good kitchen
That's nice
A guest room that you've turned
Into a walk-in closet/porn palace/place to throw the beer cans

Yeah, you drink beer
When you're home
When you're out
It's the better stuff
The stuff that looks good
From across the room

There are still people left on this planet
Who will go home with you
Because they know
Somewhere there's a wallet
And you're always one drink away from knock-down oblivion

There's still a city
That looks better through a glass
At night
Dimly lit
Under rain
Past its prime
Unnamed

This is how you like it
This is how you want to take it

The fact is
Right about now

Through the glass
Is the only way

You can see it