The dry caf invites me in

Im soaked through from no protection

And the weathers washed away the regulars

Thats just fine with me





and the women waltz past my view

And I catch a glance or two or seven

And sitting cornered in my uneasy chair

I find comfort in counting my lovers





Im in flux

I need definition

Im susceptible to song





St. Marks is running gray today

And The Mojo man turns my way

He recognizes me, he may

But his policy prohibits





6 years before, Im sure he cant recall

those accessories I bought for nickels

and I wonder if that shop was his decision

Does our cold cool keep us warm?





Im in flux

I need definition

Im susceptible to song





So I sit and drink my tea all afternoon long

And the rain pours strong





My dear friend confides in me

That he never did find his center

He says, "I sometimes feel much older than I am"

and I confide in my dear friend that I clearly understand



Im in flux

I need definition

Im susceptible to song





I need love

I need my ambition

I need constitution to keep me strong

Because Im way too susceptible to song





Oh, waiter please,

Another kettle for me