From the recording "The Gin & the Rain & the Smoke" (lyrics)
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.
Lyrics
Her rain coat is dangling off of the seatLittle black clutch slips from her lap to her kneesCrashed out in her clothesMissing the stops as she goes
Falling asleep on the trainRiding all the way out to the end of the lineJust to wake up in Coney Island aloneWith the gin and the rain and the smoke
The clock says she’s not gonna sleep before workAs 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 trainRiding all the way out to the end of the lineJust to wake up in Coney Island aloneWith the gin and the rain and the smoke
I slept through the sound of her keys in the doorThen I woke to her boots on the bedroom floorShe brings the night to my noseThe gin and the rain and the smoke