linking up patiently in the freezing fog the end no longer justifies the means, quiet flap of turning coats you can’t avoid the Tourist’s eye, he just picked up his notes and spread them out on the floor in order to let them dry

because this rainy day shakes memories in a shade the Tourist takes one more drink he knows getting there is half the trip

the Tourist loved this knockout girl, her name was Jackie Hall for a few months they were lovers, and today it’s Jackie’s funeral all it took for her to get out was a sixty-five cent razor go to the fucking movies to see love strawberry flavour

and now this rainy day shakes memories in a shade the Tourist takes one more drink, he knows getting there is half the trip and now this rainy day shakes memories in a shade

whiskey hardly wets his throath as it goes down each bitter swallow, the Tourist is under the frown now he’s staring at the wall of his hotelroom and then he looks at his watch: still one hour to go

and now this rainy day shakes memories in a shade the Tourist takes one more drink he knows getting there is half the trip and now this rainy day shakes memories in a shade

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