How did I get here?

How did I get here?





I've been sitting here for almost a year

and am still somewhat unclear about why?



I'm sharing a cell with a man they call Mel

who hisses at whoever walks by.



The bed underneath sleeps Keith the truck thief

who ashes his smoke in his pocket.



He got into a fight last Friday night

and broke another inmates eye socket.



I was in the wrong place at the wrong time

and had consumed far to much wine

before I drove that night.



I was in a world of my own,

calling Jerome on the phone

and just didn't see the red light.



The car hit me, then I hit a tree

leaving behind a trail of trouble & mayhem.



I don't know why I didn't stop when I saw that first cop,

but fear told me to just get away.



Constable Denise from the local police

gave chase through the back streets,

until I was backed into a wall.



My sister Gail said I would go to jail

unless I seek legal aid.



She took out her book, had a quick look

and then started to make a phone call.



She rang Ernie the attorney who I told of my journey

but he asked me when I could pay?



I asked Joan for a loan but she started to groan

so I had to find another way.



I went to the bank and saw the manager Hank,

I thought he could help for sure.



He said the only thing he could do would be to call Paul,

who worked in the office next door.



Paul called a man named Johnny who would provide me with money

but would expect a favour in return.



He said he would call me during the week

and even though I was up shit creek,

not to be concerned.



Before I knew it his brother Stuart

came knocking at my door.

He was here to make it clear in no uncertain terms

that the favour needed to be returned.



They needed a getaway driver, right then and right there,

I was already in trouble but they didn't care,

so I did whatever they told me.



At a quarter to nine I drank a bottle of wine

and drove to meet a man called Jerome,

who worked as a roadie.



The rest you know from what you just read

the beginning is the ending and the ending is dead,

well thats how I see it in the world in my head.



Is that how it happened?

The reason I'm here?

Do I blame the order of moments or blame my own fear?



At least when I shut my eyes I can live in my head

and still pretend that this is my real home and that this is my bed.