When the sailor comes to town, the bar is open just as the whores legs. He never looks back nor thinks twice. The glass is never empty. Void after void the mind travels and ends back where it all started. An ugly naked surprise floating a mile away: some ugly whore didn't want to give head. Drink after drink, smoke after smoke, they all go down. He watches it all, his one eyed view of the world is precise. When the sailor comes to town. He comes for something and leaving nothing, except for the wind.