The Corner - Frank Turner

Out on the corner of what I want, and what I intend to get

day drinking and dreaming of you, I let

the ashtray smoke my last cigarette

Once I had a casual acquaintance with my impending doom

years ago she promised me some day soon

I’d howl at the moon from room to room

I ain’t transcending much of nothing

I’ve been down in it, I ain’t free

Weren’t no experiment — these seven years they went

like a life out of me

Clowning on the corner of almost gone but maybe not just yet

there’s still a little left to pawn and the bones aren’t set

The cast is slack, the plaster’s wet

Stepping up the escalator singing hell I am out of here

past the predetermined terminals of tears

the wings are warm, the runway’s clear

I ain’t transcending much of nothing

I’m still down in it, I ain’t free

Weren’t no experiment — these seven years they went

like a life out of me

Maybe all the world’s a hollow recreation, my desperate bretheren

hallowed blue hallucination we play to win

put your right foot out, put your right foot in

But it’s a useful little illusion that’ll lose you for a song

in the beautiful confusion you’ve been down and counting on

and it’s a useful little illusion that’ll lose you for a song

in the beautiful confusion that you’ve been down and counting on

I ain’t transcending nothing

I’m still down in it, I ain’t free

weren’t no experiment — hell every tear was ran

like a life out of me

Out on the corner what I want, what I intend to get

day drinking and dreaming of you, I let

the ashtray smoke my last cigarette