The Corner Frank Turner

Down on the corner of what I want, and what I intend to get
Day drinking and dreaming of you, I let
The ashtray smoke my last cigarette

Once I had a casual acquaintance with my impending doom
Years ago she promised me some day soon
But how I moved, from room to room

I ain't transcending much of nothing
I've been down in it, I ain't free
Weren't no experiment - these seven years they went
Like a life out of me

Clowning on the corner of almost gone but maybe not just yet
There's still a little left to pawn and the bones aren't set
The cast is slack, the plaster's still wet

Stepping up the escalator singing
Ah hell I am out of here
Past the predetermined terminals of tears
The wings are warm, the runway's clear

I ain't transcending much of nothing
I'm still down in it, and I ain't free
Weren't no experiment - these seven years they went
Like a life out of me