A Low-Life at High Tide

 

A Low-Life at High Tide

by Thadd Presley

 

Breakwater Town
Out on the prowl
A million waves crash with one sound
To a short, fat light house

East-End friend
Best of the best of times then
Out on the point
Just more of my kind
That chick was way out of joint
I was a low-life at high tide

The battery at dawn
A quick shot across the bow
Is this soul for sale
or is it a pawn?
For cryin out loud
It’s far too late for that now

Sudden movement of the crowd
Left with no soul of my own
Everything, not lost, is for a sale
For crying out loud
It’s too late to save me now
A low-life from a small town

No fool like an old fool
Super cool dude from the old school
I’ve been like this a long time
Lived my entire life at high tide

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