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Everettsville: Music

"The Gin & the Rain & the Smoke" (lyrics)

(Don Everett Pearce)
(c)(p) 2011 Don Everett Pearce

When you’re living on the edge, sometimes you step over the line…or fall off the thing that you’re on the edge of…or maybe not fall off of anything in particular but instead just sort of fall down, like flat on your face…

…or maybe you just fall asleep on the downtown F train and wake up in Coney Island at 3 o’clock in the morning.

 

Her rain coat is dangling off of the seat
Little black clutch slips from her lap to her knees
Crashed out in her clothes
Missing the stops as she goes

 

Falling asleep on the train
Riding all the way out to the end of the line
Just to wake up in Coney Island alone
With the gin and the rain and the smoke

 

The clock says she’s not gonna sleep before work
As she waits for the next train back with a sigh and a curse
“I hate this city” she says, “I gotta get out before I’m dead”

 

Falling asleep on the train
Riding all the way out to the end of the line
Just to wake up in Coney Island alone
With the gin and the rain and the smoke

 

I slept through the sound of her keys in the door
Then I woke to her boots on the bedroom floor
She brings the night to my nose
The gin and the rain and the smoke