In a coffee shop landlocked poets of the world alone in a corner a handsome young girl watches closely the years in our eyes as winter sets in submerged in disguise. Don't put us in categories we don't belong in them all that I know is all that I see. I see highways, buildings all in a line drawn like a poet to a bottle of wine. I see you you're alive I've known things that
have died in which only a memory keeps them alive. As we shout into laughter, evening is near all that's unknown is all that we fear. He lives by his words a poet I can tell cigarettes and whiskey remind him as well alone in a corner a handsome young girl looks in his eyes and sees the whole world.