Didn't die.

Couldn't have died in that car crash
playing his sax on speed.

Thirty smiles says he didn't die.

Cause he could sleep on concrete,
and rest well.
Knew all the bus routes from L.A. to T.J.

Didn't die cause we need him to say,
"Give me a minute, I'm just a little tired
of fighting"

He never died the times before.
When he hit the wife's car
pulling into the garage drunk one night,
he didn't die.
Didn't die when she left him.

Dying was never part of the gig.
Cause he'd fall down the stairs
and climb to his feet. Laughing.

In time, he was gonna win the lottery.
Still see him walking in the rain
with his broken umbrella open talking
about it.

Besides he was a bartender.

Couldn't have died,
Cause he hated Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous.
Read Jack Kerouac.
Listened to Jimi Hendrix.
Used to play Littel Wing over and over
on his horn.

Didn't die cause he'd already been to Hell
about a million times. Enjoyed his stay.

Not then, not now.

He's just resting.
Holed up in some roadside motel,
drinking J.D., waiting for the sun to come up
and a bus to pass his way.
Then he'll get up.

Come back.