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The shape of the floorplan
One turn right or wrong
Depending where you're coming from
Besides hopping off at the junction
For a fix at the nurses station
We're still riding the L

Some now take different needles
Most trade strong drink for coffee
All jonesin' for cigarettes
Stuck en route on the L

Sunlight ripples on ceilings
Peaceful train underwater
Show any longshoremen
He'd be sure that we'd drown
Yet somehow always handed same Big Book
That belonged to a Clifton
Tremored scribbles on the L

Crusty's back to construction
Big Mike's returning to the oil rig
Replaced by touchy old hippie
And Boston smoking crack in a tree
Hope for closure to misunderstandings
With the De Lacey's and my Lord
And Burroughs Adding Machine
Left when El presidente Corey leaves
May he not nod off on the L

Scotty answers my call from the landline
Closest these kids'll get to a payphone
Last we talked at length
Before a blind date
But what fog made me forget
He returned to Pa
Same that made her disappear
Though we no longer smoke L's

Have I come to regard the majority
The same as the elites I despise
Useful idiots to be disposed of
Maybe I'm booked for the same cattle car
Maybe we all ride on the L