9h02

it's 9:02 AM
standing in front of the door
waiting for the meeting
it's time to get serious
buses are pouring out
a stream of anxious folks
scents of the watering hole
eyes catching sight
it's 9:33 AM
I lost the job
it'll be fine
it has to be fine
it'll be fine
it'll be better tomorrow
if it rains
it'll be fine
it has to be fine
it'll be fine
it'll be better tomorrow
we'll be older
by the time we say goodbye
and make a story
deep down, it can't be better
it's 5:15 PM
the city has lost everything
it played its game tonight
its virtue, its cash
it's three times past when I should've been home
I lost my way
it'll be fine
it has to be fine
it'll be fine
it'll be better tomorrow
if it rains
it'll be fine
it has to be fine
it'll be fine
it'll be better tomorrow
we'll be older
one day we'll take a trip
we'll go see over there
if they sell that wine
that gets us high in the morning
on the happy ocean
of not being my brother
of only loving the sea
that throws back in our faces
the bitter fumes
of a dead dog from a hundred years ago
on this old building
from the top of our cliffs
we joke about saying
that we won't live long
and the city hides while it rots
it'll be fine
it has to be fine
it'll be fine
it'll be better tomorrow
if it rains
it'll be fine
it has to be fine
it'll be fine
it'll be better tomorrow
we'll be older
while waiting for the time
when we have no more teeth
walking in the soup
without knowing we're in it
and then the wrinkled tongues
of a heart that laments
waiting to be paid
having paid
being here
thanks for being with you ...