Something Big

It didn't feel like Sunday

Didn't feel like June

When he met his silent partner in that lonely corner room

That over looked the marquee

Of the Plaza all-adult

And he was not lookin' for romance

Just someone he could trust

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And it wasn't no way to carry on

It wasn't no way to live

But he could put up with it for a little while

He was workin' on something big

Speedball rang the night clerk

Said, "Send me up a drink"

The night clerk said "It's Sunday man, ...wait a minute

Let me think

There's a little place outside of town that might

Still have some wine"

Speedball said, "Forget it, can I have an outside line?

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It was Monday when the daymaids

Found the still made bed

All except the pillows that lay stacked

Up at the head

And one said, "I know I've seen his face

I wonder how he is?

The other said, "Probably just another clown

Workin' on something big"