A Step to Go - Swingin Utters

The place is empty except for the stationary bottles of whisky and bar stools

still standing

Concussion heads ache from a blissful evening of confusion, muttered speech

from too much drinking

The cars are idling near out of gas and lifeless like the people standing

Persuaded by the temptress cut up and cunning

The brute keeps going nobody caring for the chaos

He’s arousing always a step to go, a step to go a step to go too far

Seems like the only steps taken are in the wrong direction

But we keep stepping on each other breaking each rung on the ladder

Always a step to go a step to go a step to go much further

Persistent rhythms clutter disperse then come together to discuss the times

They hung up on the clothesline in bad weather

The television whines and tells us different sides of things that we don’t care

about

Taking up our time the road ends short with malice

No road maps to direct us so we come up one step short of satisfaction

Always a step to go, a step to go