Liberty Down

To lonely sailors Lines of polyester, a sawbuck fare My mates, a little tea, my plight set Smokey guitars scream over bands of hair Cheap, watered bourbon, endless cigarette Round perch, watching the watchers, colored lights Elbow nudge; take the wooden pipe, past on Back in line, another drink, eye the sites A new view, another hit, a bad con Munchies, chili dogs and fries, the night's end Walking, searching for the ride back to ship Suspended in a party with no kin Back in my rack, open eyes slowly slip A night of liberty, nowhere to go These times put a lonely sailor down low