Casey joins the hollow sound of silent people walking down
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The stairway to the subway in the shadows down below;
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Following their footsteps through the neon-darkened corridors
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Of silent desperation, never speakin' to a soul.
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The poison air he's breathin' has the dirty smell of dying
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'Cause it's never seen the sunshine and it's never felt the rain.
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But Casey minds the arrows and ignores the fatal echoes
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Of the clickin' of the turnstiles and the rattle of his chains.
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"Oh!" she said, "Casey it's been so long since I've seen you!"
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"Here" she said, "just a kiss to make a body smile!"
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"See" she said, "I've put on new stockings just to please you!"
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"Lord!" she said, "Casey can you only stay a while?"
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Casey leaves the under-ground and stops inside the Golden Crown
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For something wet to wipe away the chill that's on his bone.
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Seeing his reflection in the lives of all the lonely men
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Who reach for any thing they can to keep from goin' home.
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Standin' in the corner Casey drinks his pint of bitter
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Never glancing in the mirror at the people passing by
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Then he stumbles as he's leaving and he wonders if the reason
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Is the beer that's in his belly, or the tear that's in his eye.
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"Oh!" she said, "I suppose you seldom think about me,
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"Now" she said, "now that you've a fam'ly of your own";
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"Still" she said, "it's so blessed good to feel your body!"
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"Lord!" she said" "Casey it's a shame to be alone!"
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Casey's Last Stand
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| Kris Kristofferson |
