Your body takes credit, but time will collect All the life that you write off in your debt Leonard falls down in the crosswalk between Franklin street and Lafayette His 240 pounds are dead weight on the ground A wet bed of concrete and slime Life is a pennant and you get a few tries But the losses soak deep when they're found He lifts up his shirt to show me where it hurts And his belly is a valley of scars He don't know where we are, but his left half's distended Twice the size of my head, and twice as hard People get numb, and the numbers can't count The times they end up on the floor Or which time in the hospital they were spit out of When they learned not to care anymore Now Leonard's in a stretcher, holding hands with his shrew While his wife's away rotting in jail But my habits are habits, and I'm washing this one down In a bar down on Rivington with Gale Your body takes credit but time will collect You hope someone holds out a hand And when that ambulance stops to pull you inside Hope you've got enough dignity to stand