Doorman to the Greek

Andrew Siegel


They sat around, drinking nothing
Drinking cheap champagne, drinking soured wine
Saying nothing, knowing everyone

So what's one more, do-re-mi
Eyeball to eyeball
No one can take our seats
No one asks us where we meet
No one asks us anything

Now and then my eyes start to fail me
And I can finally see what you are
Some nothing slows to nothing
And I, I can finally see you dance

A little smoke with lime
They fix you like a banking clerk
Ask you if Sunday works
Don't you always play along
Don't you always tear apart
You give me one so, I know she's gone
But nothing's ever gone,
That's understood by everyone

Now and then my eyes start to fail me
And I can see what you are
Some nothing slows to nothing
I can finally see you dance

Now and then my eyes start to fail me
And I can finally see what you are
Some nothing slows to nothing
I can finally see you dance

Now and then my eyes start to fail me
And I can finally see you dance
Like some nothing slowed to nothing
I can finally see you dance


Writer/s: Andrew Siegel