Roger Street Friedman - Cut Your Losses

this Grand Old Painted lady
she's faded and she's tired
she's a dying man run out of will
just a remnant of desire
of a ship that set sail on a dream and a prayer and a wing
she's sagging like a scrapbook
under the weight of memory
there are rooms deep in her heart
the light no longer sees
her windows have grown dark and deaf and the bell no longer rings

there's a time to toe the line
there's a time to run the horses
there's a time to draw the blinds
and there's a time
to cut your losses

her hearth once held a fire
now it's a cold and an evil flame
and the papers yellow on the lawn
all the white paints gone to grey
liars, cons and hucksters... and vagrants, squat in the decay

there's a time to toe the line
there's a time to run the horses
there's a time to draw the blinds
and there's a time
to cut your losses

she was built on the beam of freedom
and stood through the Civil War
she will sink into this earth
for not knowing what she's standing for

there's a time to draw the line
there's a time to tie the horses
there's a time to shut the blinds
and there's a time
to cut your losses
cut your losses

Written by:
ROGER FRIEDMAN

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