Our Age - Wayward Poets

Tell me this table's not uphill
The anchor is dragging
The drinks are starting to spill
Enough with your bragging
Can't you see how I feel
Like you're leading them to water
But they're just stringing you enough rope
They're the first ones to shore
When there's a crack in the boat

They've brightened up the hideouts
Put the spotlight on the dives
No more bar-light promise
To keep these sorrows of mine
See the champagne is sweet to the taste
But it stings in the eyes
Right where they want you
Thinking that you are wise

They've bulldozed the brass
They've cleverly exposed the myth
The wayward poets are staggering off the cliff
Now the taverns are chromium
The table has flipped
The wayward poets are wandering off the cliff

Written by:
CW Fallin

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