We walked out of the nightclub,    two deer right on the street    I moved like the black man I’d seen   on the big screen   Collar stiff,    I moved slow like the black man      Through the park   We were strangers to the kids   who think they live in New York   In a downtown park    A danger to ourselves    stumbling around in the dark      I’m in a college town   Polyester brown   ‘Stone Killer’ wide tie   It’s all in the hips and the short stride      Back at the terra cotta hotel motel   A fistfight by the pool   I’ve got my shirt off in the window   She’s got hers off too      My wife’s on the phone,    I call her when the trouble breaks   Television’s on,    watching news about the murder rate   Looking through the blinds at the teen-   aged girls and wondering…   Telling everybody I know that    I’m not coming home      I’m in a college town   Polyester brown   ‘Stone Killer’ wide tie   It’s all in the hips and the short stride