Dressed in an old coat I lumber
Down a street in the East Village， time itself
Whistling up my ass and looking to punish me
For all the undone business I have walked away from，
And I think I might have stayed
In that last tower by the ocean，
The one I built with my hands and furnished
Using funds which came to me at nightfall，in a windfall……
Just ahead of me， under the telephone wires
On this long lane of troubles， I notice a gathering
Of viciously insane criminals I'll have to pass
Getting to the end of this long block in eternity.
There's nothing between us. Good
I look so dangerous in this coat.