Every Chance


Today was desperate

Tomorrow's out of your grasp


Give it everything you got

Every chance is your last


Memorizing pieces of plot

Don't help the act


Curtain comes down

On your sleight of hand


If you could change anything 

You'd ask for a cigarette and a mask


Is that a second-line you hear

Every chance is your last


The girl appears

With nothing in her hands


Directing you to the door 

Behind the magician


Feel the cut of the saw

Hear the audience gasp


You're back on the street

Torn by the past


Ordering scotch

Facing a painting of France 


Leaving a twenty

Every chance is your last

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