Accidentally Untitled

steinar fonn

got a dirty room in a cheap hotel
to call my home
got a telephone number in a little black book
when I need a woman
got a bottle to talk to and a bible to quote
and some poetry that my baby once wrote

when the moonlight plays on my dusty floor
I call your name
but it echoes back from the empty walls
just to tell me it's just in vain
got a fistful of dreams and a box filled with rain
and a sad song to keep up the pain

got a friend in the back of the bottom drawer
he's sharp and keen
and we're getting real close to each other
he says he will set me free
and I'm getting ready to face him soon
as I gradually lose my soul to the moon