The time is too short

but never too long

to reach ahead,

to project the image,

which will in time become a concrete dream.

Another cigarette,

another day,

from A to B,

again avoiding C, D, and E,

'cause E is where you play the blues.

Avoiding a death

is to win the game,

to avoid relegation,

the big E.

Drowning in the big swim,

rising to the surface

The smell of you

That's the lowdown