I tore myself away from another idle day
To walk down to that lost apartment in the rain
Said hello and walked around there
Ate some dinner, found a place where
We could buy a fifth of Jack and cheap champagne
Sure enough, that’s what we bought
Took it home and drank a lot
As we laughed and played a card game on your floor
Getting rowdy, loud, and frisky poured myself another whiskey
As your roommate looked around for weed to score
I’d rather not, you said
Rather get a job instead
If my piss test came back dirty I would die
Said I knew how you were feelin’
No one’s hiring in this steel- and
Sweat-soaked city, Chicago Works, shit, what a lie

I held your hand under the early summer moon
And I felt rich despite my poverty
My sweet & sexy blue-eyed buxom two-flat tycoon
Smoking gold-packs off her wooden balcony

Had to rest & clear my head so I lay down in your bed
And you felt just fine to lie right next to me
Pretty soon we made like bunnies though I thought it kind of funny
That it was your roommate who I’d come to see, c’est la vie
Shared my taste in music and art, turned me on to Mr. Banhart
Who brightened up my summer like the Venezuela sun
Other men you were seeing, our relationship was fleeting
But despite its overheating we had fun

I looked upon you as you wore just sheets
So lovely sleeping next to me
Wherever I might wind up in these bitter, broken streets
I hope it has a wooden balcony
Wherever you might wind up in these bitter, broken streets
I hope you get to smoke whatever you want to off your balcony