Point Guard

you turned into a two-point girl
in a one-point world
and no that feelin’ ain’t funny
scabbin’ my way toward broadway
off a little to the left or the right
but the lights still shine bright every night
what’s the game
falling all over me
I Love the call
a good swivel-chair
and four strong-walls
go ahead and call
call if you want to man
not the same way
as when we first learned to play
so many watch the gap
drawn closer and closer
to the scent of that crack
pretend it ain’t nothin’
but that pretendin’ is everything
rolled into an olive leaf
stuffed into a leather sheath
then buried away for ten-thousand days
buried away for ten-thousand days
that’s the way it will stay
for ten-thousand days…