Herndon - Poetry for a Poverty-Stricken College Type lyrics

Poetry For A Poverty-Stricken College Type It was on a Monday night By ashtray fire fluorescent light Of all the things that we dismissed: The Trinity, The Eucharist The holy lips and tongues we'd kissed, You said the thing which you would miss Most of all was Innocence We chalked it up to Providence There's no good way to say goodbye I'll get drunk and you'll get high All that counts is what we feel But all our honesty we steal from covergirls and carpenters We are far from amateurs The Hope which shines to light our way Are headlights turning night to day The Universe expands and shrinks The waitress comes to top our drinks The night is burned with cigarettes Coffee cups put me in debt You spoke to me of Descartes I spoke to you of broken hearts You said your hero was Isaac Newton But I went home and read Walt Whitman There's no good way to say goodbye I'll get drunk and you'll get high All that counts is what we feel But all our honesty we steal from covergirls and carpenters We are far from amateurs The Hope which shines to light our way Are headlights turning night to day The payphone rang a woman spoke Another cup another smoke The conversation starts to lull The Fall of Man, the clothes this fall Truck drivers spoke of driving wedges While we spoke of Dante's Heaven You took my hand, I kissed your lips The waitress earns another tip There's no good way to say goodbye I'll get drunk and you'll get high All that counts is what we feel But all our honesty we steal from covergirls and carpenters And though we're far from amateurs The Hope which shines to light our way Are headlights turning night to day © 1995 & 2011, Allen Herndon (BMI).