Another War Is Coming

Another war is coming
And I'm 10 years older and unemployed
And still don't know how to do a thing
I sleep in the afternoons and walk the streets at night
Drinking beer and telling jokes and stories
In a rented apartment the bills pile up and they turn off the heat and ain't nothing to eat but canned beans and V-8 juice
I bum a meal from Amelia or a dollar from Joe
or a way out of a DWI while running a red light
And the women don't stick around for long
Once they see that I don't know nothing
And the money's all gone and they're tired of my songs and my occasional deep blue blues
I smoke cigarettes, drink coffee, read the newspaper, take out the garbage; draw a picture of a house with crayons
Or put the needle to some Al Jarreau, Joan Armatrading or Debussy
Sit in the bathtub and sleep
Yes, sleep, sleep, sleep dream, sleep dream
Sit in the bathtub and sleep
And occasionally the phone will ring when someone else is lonesome too
Wants to come over and spend some time
We turn out the lights, light candles, get under the blankets, smoke, drink wine and talk about things yet to come
And she brings her magic home to me and I bring mine to her
She brings her magic home to me, I bring mine to her
Yea, she brings her magic home to me and I bring mine to her
She brings her magic home to me, I bring mine to her

words & music by Bruce Piephoff, c 2012 Piephoff Music, ASCAP