Homebase

Homebase - Simon Joyner

When you're up on your pedestal

They say the moon is on the present

And when you're down in the rut they say

The blues are self-evident

When you rummage through your purse

They say she''ll never escape through there

You're the queen of this bar and this neighborhood

This is your turf

I don't belong here

Hid and seek and seek and save my place

I spy a barfly sitting down to grace

Homebase

Homebase

When you're up on your pedestal

They say she looks just like Grace Kelly

When you're groveling on your swivel-stool

They take their turns with a machete

The apple of their bloodshot eyes

The butt of the collective joke

Goes bumming lights where none are lit

And manages to salvage a smoke

Hide and seek and seek and hide your face

I spy a barfly flickering by my homebase

Homebase

Homebase