Trinkets-And-Trifles

Trinkets-and-trifles, what more could I expect From a man who wears his boxers outside his vest And drives on through the rain on an empty tank Who, drives-on-through life dying of thirst? Trinkets-and-trifles, what more could I expect From a hero who doesn't do any more than curse At everybody, at everybody else's expense Who sees his life as an empty loser's purse? Gazing at stars looking for answerers Drowning in a river winding through a door Or a sidewalk without a day's work foreshore What more could I expect from a lame dog Needing a vet? But these trinkets-and-trifles These endless nights with their deep-down hurts Trinkets-and-trifles, what more could I expect To find behind your revolving rolling-eyes-diverts. What more could I learn sweetheart-beside-you But to fly like a bird to where my own heart Might-be-heard for more than just a comforting word And a nursing kind of solace, a nursing kind of love to depart.