The 7th day of February, winter is with us still
Feeling somewhat underdressed in an almighty windy chill
Shivering me timbers, I stop off for a beer
At the Grand Social, always full of good cheer.
Seated by the bar, I meet Jimmy & Chris
And Tommy, who’s the barman, so he’s not on the piss
Happy daze, I slowly down an Angelo Poretti
Just as tasty as a Peroni or Moretti.
Settled at the bar in the late afternoon
Nightfall will be coming soon
No plans for tonight, I’ll be lying low
Fresh from the psych ward, going with the flow.
Faith In The Ripple Effect 