He's in his prime
Met her online
It's a hop, a skip
A jump to the arcade they call McCool's
Goes there 'cause it's cheap
Gives a couple quarters to his date
Acts like he relates
Has no idea, so he fakes
'Cause he's focused on his game (the Addam's Family pinball machine)
Once they use up all the change
He invites her to his place
Says: Sorry for the mess
Then they start to get undressed
He's easy, she's depressed
And she left her son home in the nest
'Cause: Mommie's having dinner with a friend
He's in his prime
Doing more than fine
The doorman never makes him wait in line
He'll crush mad cans
They finish, he doesn't have much to offer
Some Cheez-its, a dad joke, some Dr. Thunder
So she calls up an Uber and they wait there
It's awkward
Post-sex-brain in light rain
It's the west end of Hartford
Smokey Gorra will ignore ya
Only 'cause he's heard it all before
While she rants 'bout gentrification
He hums to an ear-worm (a guitar line from Pavement)
Oh now he's on the fire escape
Watching trains go by
'Cause he's in his Prime
This is his time
And he knows that it won't always be so easy
Ba, ba ba ba bah
Smokey Gorra knows exactly what he wants
He's in his prime
This is his time
And he'll tilt it like a pinball machine while he can
