“Ah, you hate to see another tired man
Lay down his hand like he was giving up the holy game of poker
And while he talks his dreams to sleep you notice there's a highway
That is curling up like smoke above his shoulder
It is curling just like smoke above his shoulder”
More from Leonard Cohen
“I'll never come through this alone.”
“Love is a fire. It burns everyone. It disfigures everyone. It is the world’s excuse for…”
“There is a crack in everything. That’s how the light gets in.”
“How can I begin anything new with all of yesterday in me?”