Who Do You Think You Are ? Paroles

The très bon mots you almost quote
from your quiver of literary darts
a thousand or so tuneless violins
thrilling your cheap little heart

Who do you think you are ?

My cigarette burns right down to the ash
my coffee cup is unstained
the waiter hovers close at hand
his courtesy strained

Who do you think you are ?
I close with my regards
well I’m the red-faced gentleman
caught in this picture postcard

Who do you think you are ?

But even at this distance
it’s not easy to accept
the vision that I chase returns
when I least expect it

I’ve fallen from your tired embrace
I kiss the air
around the place
that should be
your face