[00:00.00] As I slow down on purple avenues[00:02.34]To march around in April's shoes[00:02.94]The weathervanes remind[00:03.42]Of summertimes that I've left behind[00:05.01]All the money's gone for Auld Lang Syne[00:06.39]I spent on Eastern Standard Time[00:07.65]What happened to my roll(2)[00:08.58]September fell right through the hole[00:09.69]All I've got is empty pockets now[00:10.32]Oh why does August try so hard[00:10.98]To hoist me on my own petard(3)[00:11.79]I've learned one thing from losing her[00:13.02]That an ounce of prevention's worth a pound of cure[00:21.63]The shadows fall, I cannot thread[00:31.44]The tenor of the things you've said[00:37.62]All that's left is flesh and bone(4)[00:43.62]The lights are on but no one's home[00:50.01]All I've got is empty pockets now[00:59.19]I spill myself another drink[01:06.30]I count the whiskers in the sink(5)[01:14.01]The orchestra is blind[01:22.08]But I've never been the worrying kind[01:31.74]Subsequently and furthermore[01:40.02]I'll sleep right here on the draining board[01:49.92]I will never be paroled[01:55.62]I like to drink them while they're cold[02:02.76]All I've got is empty pockets now