Shoes Too Tight

The voice against the line The cogs are made of old tines I was no citizen of any kind then Her with Fuchsia in her hair And bumblebees in her garden Me with no keys or any idea when Somewhere between liquor and Listerine There's wasted breath upon wasted dreams And I'm standing on the side of the road I lose a buck to make a dime I'd lose a year for an hour of your time And I'm standing on the side of the road I may just explode Some poor fellow dressed in rags With apple cores in old bags Is crushing Coke cans in shoes too tight He said, "I should a read these books years ago You know it took all this time to learn what I'll never know Now begins the reign of reason and light" Somewhere between liquor and Listerine There's wasted breath upon wasted dreams And I'm standing on the side of the road I lose a buck to make a dime I'd lose a year for an hour of your time And I'm standing on the side of the road