The tender breathing belly of an orange under-cloud   the scrutiny of a streetlamp over me   Drew a breath of smoke from the heavy autumn air   just outside the courthouse finally free   Pawned a driftwood clarinet and a silver chain I had   bought a greyhound ticket heading west   Underneath the blanket of a lost and found box jacket   My head against the window trying to rest      Gonna scar my face   in a different place   or maybe wear my hat down low   Pull a stick-up job   on some five and dime   Keep slithering town to town      I shuffled along the shoulder of an unmarked road   stopped to catch my breath outside Des Plaines   slipped into a Laundromat to grab some baggy clothes   then slept out on the ashtray by the lake   The very next evening in some half-deserted bar   some black-eyed Molly bought me watered drinks   a couple hours later, swapped stories in her kitchen   while waiting for leftovers to reheat      Gonna change my ways   Try and be some place   Gonna fight the urge to go   Find an honest job   at some nine to five   and maybe stick around      Early the next morning,   she called a friend of her late husband's   a foreman at a plastics factory   Got me some shit job for under the table cash   just until I got back on my feet   I could picture Molly through two black eyes crying   even though I hadn't wronged her yet   Every time I'd ever managed landing on my feet   I'd be looking for a cozy place to sit      Cut my fingers trimming flash, burned both of my hands   the foreman came to ride me about the rate   The hopper wound up jammed.   I over-filled the press.   The foreman sent me home for the day   I couldn't face Molly, so I walked around for hours   before I started fixing to leave   a day or two later, I read in some paper   about a fire at that factory      Gonna scar my face   in a different place   or maybe wear my hat down low   Pull a stick-up job   on some five and dime   Keep slithering town to town