What You Desire
Daggy Man
Nighthawk diner man, blueberries and cinnamon
Cup of coffee, cream to fuel the fire.
Cigarette in hand, reading some instruction manual
You could be what you desire.
Everyday I’m getting further and further away.
Start to consider it, what you desired isn’t this.
Not even little bit, you’re the umpire in somebody else's game,
And you better quit.
Sweat faced counter woman, dreaming of a love that’s coming
half regretting having read the flyer.
Watching silver soda can, underneath the ceiling fan
Half consumed and left there to perspire.
Everyday I’m getting further and further away.
Start to consider it, what you desired isn’t this.
Not even little bit, you’re the umpire in somebody else’s game,
You better quit as soon as you can.
You can.