The Looking Glass Blurred

broken mirror The ship has gone sailed without me, alone in a hotel room I sweat and try to stop my hands from trembling; where are all my friends that drank with me in the bar. They fired me threw me ashore the bastards; dignified Walking down the gangway, Cheap suitcase two fingers in the air hiding My tears I have to leave this room, must walk tall, I’m tough that right, butut first I need a little drink or two.