Elvis left third avenue

we had a connection of some type

we swore high and low

we snorted coke and dressed up

went looking for ourselves on winter nights

we ended up at Mavericks, we ended up in bars

and i phone with the sat phone from Iraq

And he d pick me up at the airport

We d smoke a joint on Boyes drive

We d go to the Polana

I d sit in the corner whilst he worked the room

The we d leave around the wary morning hours

Sometimes we d have a dinner at his house

We d listen to music, and I d talk

I d spill my milk, and soul

And we d listen to Elvis Costello



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