Forty Paces to the Bottom

She came in through the fire escape
 put out her cigarette on a picture of you
 She took Coltrane and she took Blood on the Tracks
 She left no room for the truth
 You take forty off the bottom just to put it on top
 You might break even but even is not a lot
 The past is gone, it's lost in the wake of the night
 With a passport and a satchel
 Stuffed full of bad ideas
 They're tucked amongst the paperbacks
 And the foreign souvenirs
 You take forty off the bottom just to put it on top
 You might break even but even is not a lot
 The past is gone, it's lost in the wake of the night
 You take forty off the bottom just to put it on top
 You might break even but even is not a lot
 The past is gone, it's lost in the wake of the night
 You take forty off the bottom just to put it on top
 You might break even but even is not a lot
 The past is gone, it's lost in the wake of the night
 You take forty off the bottom just to put it on top
 You might break even but even is not a lot
 The past is gone, it's lost in the wake of the night
 It's forty paces to the bottom
 Even more if you count the times that I turned back