Sweetest Portion

Lyrics

When the train is slowing And the street light is on And when the bread that you've been eating Is crumb gone, crumb gone And when the spots on the knife, on the table, on the floor Are as yellow as the mat you wipe your feet on right the door When your friends you used to laugh with, are crying out for more Then it's time to put that doorframe behind you Just once more Oh, people can be kind Just like on a movie screen And people can be pretty Just like any magazine And people do the damndest things Ain't better than they seem But most folks are ignorant and mean Well, I could balloons forever Never, never once explain Where we could needle in this haystack Or we could, fractor in the rain Well, I've stood on my head To impress the living dead Me and my big stick talk softly Until we don't know what we've said And I've been searching for my heart And I can only find my head And lately, I've been thinking, I need a damn sign on my bread Well, I [?] To [?] I got more bad plumbing than a junk shop saxophone And that's why I wanna know, that you're honking on my horn 'Cause a man can't live on bread, just not alone When it's early in the morning And you know that I am free When them walking blues is all I can hear And my walking shoes is all I can see When my fork and knife Keeps shoveling trouble its strife And that mean ol' living drummer man is making threats upon my face And know I stay at home Just like a big wood stone Because you're the sweetest portion of my life Oh, you're the sweetest portion of my life Oh, you're the sweetest portion of my life