The Ponies Run, The Girls Are Young,

The Odds Are There To Beat.

You Win A While, And Then It's Done –

Your Little Winning Streak.

And Summoned Now To Deal

With Your Invincible Defeat,

You Live Your Life As If It's Real,

A Thousand Kisses Deep.



I'm Turning Tricks, I'm Getting Fixed,

I'm Back On Boogie Street.

You Lose Your Grip, And Then You Slip

Into The Masterpiece.

And Maybe I Had Miles To Drive,

And Promises To Keep:

You Ditch It All To Stay Alive,

A Thousand Kisses Deep.



And Sometimes When The Night Is Slow,

The Wretched And The Meek,

We Gather Up Our Hearts And Go,

A Thousand Kisses Deep.



Confined To Sex, We Pressed Against

The Limits Of The Sea:

I Saw There Were No Oceans Left

For Scavengers Like Me.

I Made It To The Forward Deck.

I Blessed Our Remnant Fleet –

And Then Consented To Be Wrecked,

A Thousand Kisses Deep.



I'm Turning Tricks, I'm Getting Fixed,

I'm Back On Boogie Street.

I Guess They Won't Exchange The Gifts

That You Were Meant To Keep.

And Quiet Is The Thought Of You,

The File On You Complete,

Except What We Forgot To Do,

A Thousand Kisses Deep.



And Sometimes When The Night Is Slow,

The Wretched And The Meek,

We Gather Up Our Hearts And Go,

A Thousand Kisses Deep.



The Ponies Run, The Girls Are Young,

The Odds Are There To Beat . . .