An amber glow reminds me where I am

A standing fan, a fresh warm tan

Twenty bucks for the race you chose

A dollar’s good enough, I suppose

Too much treble and too little bass

Steeped in memories in a haze

Half to midnight, and then three more

Then we’re reluctantly washed ashore

Saturday football at the usual space

Proves the earth is not a cold dead place

For Panaman hookers and lots of blow

I’ll buy you a beer at my first show

Too much treble and too little bass

Steeped in memories in a haze

Half to midnight, and then three more

Then we’re reluctantly washed ashore

 

(Words by Ave Chan.)