Homebase - Simon Joyner
When you're up on your pedestal
They say the moon is on the present
And when you're down in the rut they say
The blues are self-evident
When you rummage through your purse
They say she''ll never escape through there
You're the queen of this bar and this neighborhood
This is your turf
I don't belong here
Hid and seek and seek and save my place
I spy a barfly sitting down to grace
Homebase
Homebase
When you're up on your pedestal
They say she looks just like Grace Kelly
When you're groveling on your swivel-stool
They take their turns with a machete
The apple of their bloodshot eyes
The butt of the collective joke
Goes bumming lights where none are lit
And manages to salvage a smoke
Hide and seek and seek and hide your face
I spy a barfly flickering by my homebase
Homebase
Homebase
