Waiting and watching for someone to show
Watching the lives drive by
Michael Franks is singing low,
“Got to know the reason why…”

The bartender stands and tries to smile
And keep his standards high
He grits his teeth and waits a while
To laugh and love and cry

The cycle makes its roundabout
And once inside, you know
That the one way in is the one way out
And people come and go

What he doesn’t know is intention
What he does know is far too small
Steps in timid direction
Anticipate a fall

Still he’s heads-up moving
Peripherally aware
Just because you think they’re not watching
Doesn’t mean they’re not really there

So. Nose, back to the grindstone
Ear, back to the ground
Eyes, hard on the target
Living Sensurround