a winter morning sun in new york
champagne wakes and checks the time
it´s hard to keep a cup of coffee down
when there´s so much on your mind
kicks a cockroach ´cross the bedroom floor
checks the mirror grabs some clothes
waits for the aching to subside
where to find it no-one knows

and they say you´re doing fine
they´re just playing with your mind
and they never even know your name
but they all want you to shine
to glitter all the time
they all want a little taste of champagne

takes the subway early afternoon
downtown to eighth avenue
to the show palace theatre
where champagne bares all
in a low rent nude revue
in the darkness shadow people
stare at champagne glassy eyed
takes the tips and imitates a smile
waits for the aching to subside

and they say you´re doing fine
they´re just playing with your mind
and they never even know your name
but they all want you to shine
to glitter all the time
they all want a little taste of champagne

later in a room
on a little glass pipe
sweet dreams to help him
forget his life
he leans on the wall
rolls back his eyes
and says to all the aching goodbye