I can feel the cold glass
of those lobby doors on my fingers
The way the wind made them heavy
and the air-conditioning hit me
Now with revelations
Multiple visions
Painters and misfits camping out in the lobby
Tales of innocence with high doses of interference
Hey Stanley, where's Victor?
I don't have the money yet
The past is the present tense
Not sure if it's Eastern Standard
Not sure if it's the Wild West