Back up the stairs, last door to the right, make a left down the hall and come inside
You'll find me there, rustling around
Go down the stairs make a left at the light, past the bar with the sad old men inside
I won't be there, but I'm feeling the same way
Come on man this your own hell, take a breath, get a grip and a hold of yourself
All this drudging around is not the greatest look
There's a sound coming from your room
It's a sound I haven't heard in ages; she screams in ecstasy
And you scream in your release as it echoes through the hall
There's a song coming from your room
It's a song I haven't heard in ages; she laughs a melody and you laugh a harmony
And it's all too much for me
Look at me, I've got accouterments of the life: I got cash and I've got time
But I burn one just to pass the other
Look at me: I've got accoutrements of the life: classic novels and bottles of wine
But no one to drink or talk them over with
If I am the king, then I am a king down on his knees
I am the king!
I am the king of the loneliest kingdom