Joey Had A Smoke - Meg & Dia

They sat through the night

In an empty apartment

Three older gentlemen came inside

And they brought wine and cards and chocolate

And Joey smoked on a cigar and came back in

So you think he’s something special do you mean?

He is no one

He is a stranger I met on the street

He stared through hard, cold insolent eyes

Turned his gaze with her

Fear hidden quite secure under blank features

Protruding middle she sat unashamed

She read his judgment on his concerned face

With slight sarcasm he addressed her case

Is it too much to ask to know about your lover’s name?

He is no one

He is a stranger I met on the street

He never touched me

You’re all I need

And will ever need

But his eyes won’t be almond like yours nor blue like mine

With all the sins of the world in the iris

There’s no false blood

But you will love him

He’s from Gold Gardens

Our help before Atlas was ever born, alright

He is no one

He is no one

Stranger I met on the street

He never touched me

You’re all I need

And will ever need

He is no one

He is no one

Stranger I met on the street

They sat through the night