Girl, I was it, look past the sweat, a better love deserving of Wilbur sat at a table in an illegal surrounded by giggling women, he held a drink in one hand and a cigarette in the other, he told his lady he was working late on some music, but of course it was a lie Exchanging body heat in the passenger seat? No, no, no, you know it will always just be me “What a time to be alive.” he thought as he sipped his drink