Forks And Knifes

           Uptown the street’s in a calming way And outside is warm as a bed with a maid And I find it’s all our waves and raves That makes the days go on this way            I heard the sad sound of words Spoken from the beak of a wise old bird Uptown the streets are kept afloat A girl never leaves me alone            He means well saying I’ve got stories of wine superb And of course my childhood forks and knives And a hospital bed where I turned my life over and over again