the 12th step

The music was co-written in 2001 with Bill Kollar, a brilliant New York-area engineer and producer, who coaxed out the glorious rhythm guitar verse progression and overall tempo.

I hear noises outside my door.
They’re the kinds of noises you can’t always ignore.
Drunken lovers stumblin’ to their floor.
Ain’t it funny when the everyday becomes such a chore…

The stairwell speaks of their arrival,
creaking slowly up they spiral,
held up by one another’s lurch.
Mr. Christ himself never had such a church

They’re openin’ up that side door again,
and they’re crawlin’ up those side stairs again.
It’s just funny, until one of us walks in
to find them trippin’ up that 12th step again.

I hear the wandering echo of a gull
Misjudgin’ the water, scrapin’ itself on a shell.
I close my window to cut out its calls,
and listen to the drunks as they knock into my walls.

They’re openin’ up that side door again,
and they’re crawlin’ up those side stairs again.
It’s just funny, until one of us walks in
to find them trippin’ up that 12th step again.

I light one up and splinter the match in three.
And with that window closed, the smoke is all I breathe.

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