around the bend

"we're going"
"whatdyameanyagoing?"
"we're going"
"where?
"to find scott"
'he's out in omaha somewhere!"
"we're going"
"i'm coming"
me and chet said "no your not" at the same time"
he was pretty pissed off as he followed us out of seventh st.
nobody even shut off the blues on the record player as the door closed behind us.
mudcat was on her own now just as she had been before she found me.
we had our leather jackets and no money and lots direction.
west to the west side highway, yeah there was still a west side highway in 65'
we were clockin' sidewalk like we was late for dinner. it would be a while before we ate again.
cleano looked at us like we were nuts. he was hurt that we wouldn't let him come.
it's gonna be tough out there we told him. we knew this because we were six months older.
he watched us walk the cobblestones then up the highway ramp.'
we were gone.
we didn't know scotts address or a soul in omaha.
brain surgeons, yep brain surgeons, thats what we were.
he was cleano then, he delivered the dry cleaning from burnside. now he's motzart in florida.
calls me up and asks me if i want to buy the george washington bridge.
i tell him he already sold it to me last year.
sometimes you just don't know whats around the bend.