Body

I heard a wharf rat's high-pitch song
 Underneath the dimmest yellow lights last night
 I was dockside waiting for a guy
 Who knows what it's like to be alone in this town
 The river smelled like a fishmonger's hands
 As it lapped up my tasteless reflection
 Leather weather blew in from the east
 On a high wind train with it's tar top down
 And every vessel in my broken sea
 Cries out for my blood tonight
 Seen the headlights of Vincent's car
 He pulled his ride up slowly
 Just like God would
 Nothing different from any Friday night
 We sat and we smoked on his lukewarm hood
 Small talk before the exchange
 Is Vincent's way of easing his own soul
 Into a spot in the dark parking lot
 Of a conscience that weighs
 More than all the dope in this world
 Handful of chestnuts
 Mouthful of April rain
 Stomachful of two plain slices
 The notes of life are hard to explain
 An eyeful of lunchtime girls
 Closet full of red wine stains
 Earful of subway trumpet
 The notes of life are all that remain
 Took out my money in fair due time
 To hand to my man for a dance with his lady
 Just as the moon unholstered itself
 From a cop colored coat of a downtown cloud
 And Vince, he paused with his back to my face
 And that's when I heard the stones grind behind me
 You don't need eyes on the back of your head
 To tell you when you're done out loud
 And every vessel in my broken sea
 Walks out on my skin tonight
 From a rooftop up in the Bronx
 Tonight I sweep down across my breathing city
 Feel so light
 The taste of the night
 Is sweet gushing across my tongue
 Through midnight smoke and skyscraper glow
 I descend down for to deliver
 The final notes of a wharf rat's song
 To my body floating in the river
 The notes of life are all that remain