THE CROSSOVER

The wet evening air dilutes the words 
As a young couple sit amidst a lovers quarrell 
The dying lights strain Through an endless grey cover 
This stage passes leaves way for another 
The street lights illuminate But shadow the mind 
And now the wilder side of life you will find 

Across the road Two old men blow whistles for fun 
To fund the liquor fuelled bickering that we've all come to know 
friendship dicrepit alone on the slate 
life alone 'cept a bottle is now this ones fate 
But happiness for him is never too hard to find 
cheap bottle of whiskey a cheaper bottle of wine 

Posters on lampposts and chalk boards in doors 
The promises of fun and cheap alcohol the lure 
People outside waiting the mating game is on 
Loosened up by liquor and livlied up by lust 
The doorman fears tension his attention is gone 
Splip in by the ropes to a world still unkown 

All kinds start to appear as the light dissappears 
The atmosphere changes for better or worse 
feeling emerges strong but a burden of course 
Is it fear, is it love or is it simply a curse?