Empty Pockets, Empty Soul

man, i used to think i was the cat's pajamas the big cheese, the whole enchilada walking through this concrete jungle like i owned every broken streetlight every cigarette butt crushed under heel but dig this, daddy-o— the mirror don't lie when the lights come up and all my smooth moves all my hip jive talk couldn't keep me from falling couldn't keep the world from spinning out of my sweaty, trembling hands i'm just a man, jack poor in spirit, rich in need standing here with empty pockets and an empty soul finally ready to admit i ain't the one running this show the kingdom of heaven, they say belongs to cats like me— broke down, busted up powerless as a saxophone without breath to make it sing