Jak's Blues

Her playful glimpses evolve into stares A curl of her wrist as she tugs at her hair Crowds seem to still as you run through Times Square But timing was never made to be fair The pound of the music dulls into silence As minutes slip by, you sense the importance And typically, it's always last moments That seem to stand out as the most poignant And I know you so well, I know you're confused I listened and ached while you sang the blues But let her ignite your damp, rotten fuse Coz when you've got nothing, there's nothing to lose.