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Early morning in a café on the road to salvation’s door
I’d lost my sense of direction, my feet couldn’t find the floor.
It was the kind of place I just can’t find no more.
I wouldn’t have found it then if I’d known what I was lookin’ for.
Not the kinda place ya go to if you wanta even the score
Or if you happen to have been there once before.
The waitress came towards me, I swear she didn’t move her legs
Carryin’ what she claimed was my order of Bullseye eggs.
I said, “I don’t eat nothin’ that looks like a target”.
She said, “You’re transparent, I already saw it”.
She was wearin’ Mona Lisa’s upside down frown.
It owned my eyes, I was startin’ to leave the ground.
Her whisper shot through lips lookin’ soft as eiderdown,
“We got a special here that no place else in town
Can match for its subtlety as you feel your way around”.
My mind kept tellin’ me that I’d never make bail
But her parted lips looked like I’d just been released from jail.
And I knew then just as sure as the Pequod sails
That she would be the absolute against which all others would fail.
She would be the absolute against which the future would pale.
She took my hand, I felt the rhythm
Of night’s shadows beating against the land of the livin’.
I traced her lifeline to that beckoning shore
Till I lost myself in its ineffable lore.
And I knew then just as sure as bread goes stale
That she would be the absolute against which all others would fail.
She would be the absolute against which the future would pale.
She had the kind of body that could cut through steel
And revealed all the secrets of the fiery wheel.
I fell through infinity that limitless night
And came out staring into an empty morning light.
What she said, I can’t recall it right
But there’s an echo I still hear when there’s no one else in sight,
“Be careful with whom you play the infinity game
And don’t look too far for the person who’s to blame”.
Yes I knew then just as sure as the heart of Marlow’s tale
That she would be the absolute against which all others would fail.
She would be the absolute against which the future would pale.
Early evenin’ in a cafe on the road to salvation’s door
Still searchin’ for the nuance that makes my spirit soar
Past the limit of insanity into the realm of the sane,
Though it’s hard to say if that brings more pleasure than pain.
Yes I knew then just as sure as winter’s unforgiving gales
That she would be the absolute against which all others would fail.
She would be the absolute against which the future would pale.