Slow Hands

Well I got down on the subway with my oldest friend Jean-Luc

And commemorated the occasion with his gin and my juice

"Luc, you got me thinking, you're drunk all the time"

"No," with a chuckle, "I'm not drunk, I feel so fine"

Lay it down in full view

Layin' it down in full view

Stuck there on the D train where it heads above ground

Into a scene of blasted buildings

Where the drunks go to fall down

Staring out the window, asked about Secona Lee

"And Luc, do me a favor, never mention that to me"

Lay it down in full view

Layin' it down in full view

He's still staring out the window as I pat myself on the back

And I feel a little better 'cause I'll never end like that

But you know our only difference:

He gets drunk while I chase fame

But just like Luc in the evening, there's no one to say my name

Lay it down in full view

Layin' it down in full view