Forks and Knives

Uptown, the street's in a calming way

And outside is warm as a bed with a maid

And I find it's all our waves and raves

That makes the days go on this way

I heard the sad sound of words

Spoken from a beak of a wise old bird

Uptown, the streets are kept afloat

Our ground never leaves me alone

He means well, saying

I've got stories of wine, superb

And of course my childhood, forks and knives

And a hospital bed, where I turned my life over and over again