I open my eyes and look at his face again. Oh good god so nothing's changed. The shopping to eat and the coffee to drink The untrusty work in this miserable clink. He reaches for a packet of cigarettes on the table And takes one and lights it and inhales again. I close the front door behind him again Oh yes dear child it's safe to come in why don't you come in. Where there's the television the radio the telephone It all helps There's the car the s** the love the alcohol It all helps it all helps. Sometimes I want to push the pedal down a little further Until the car is unhappy. Mainly mornings.