Cracks in The Mirror

Cracks In The mirror


The ship’s gone, sailed without me,
alone in a hotel room I sweat and try
to stop my hands from trembling;

they threw me ashore, the bastards,
I looked nonchalant walking down
the gangway, two fingers in the air;

now I have to leave, must walk tall,
I’m a real tough guy- get that right-
but first I need a little drink or two.