Broken Arm

You used to sound like a smoker

Shivering in the cold

Waiting outside the bar

Till the openers open

But now you sound like a drinker

Twenty days off the sauce

Down at the liquor storer

Trying to call your sponsor

Used to sound like a forest fire burning

But now you sound like a child

Throwing tantrums for your turn

You used to sound like a teacher

That everyone wanted to know

How you could tell the truth Without losing that soft glow

But now you sound like a preacher

Winning another soul

Of some drunk fisherman

Chasing after the white whale

Used to sound like a forest fire burning

But now you sound like a child

Throwing tantrums for your turn