I get into my car
It isn’t very far
The call has left me feeling that this night could be bizarre
I leave the door ajar
Run into Balthazar
That seedy little club where Ceely hopes to be a star
She’s dancing on the bar
And smoking a cigar
While straining over noise I hear the sound of a guitar
I see Miguel’s tip jar
Beneath the jagged scar
That runs along his jaw as he sings “Going to Del Mar”
I leave the music czar
Pass Ceely’s cigar tar
And leave them, thinking false alarms and drama’s who they are
I’ve grown too tired to spar
I’ll travel with Kumar
And only see Miguel and Ceely if it’s from afar
We’ll work at a bazaar
In Egypt or Qatar
And when we get some money saved, we’ll move to Cote d'Ivoire