Keeping a Sense of Perspective is Sometimes Difficult

Oh, yeah, I'm home from work, later and longer than I wanted, a couple of days in, and the old warhorse is still running with the colts, after all. So I am looking at going over the water and teaching the English to willing recipients of same. Nothing left for me in this dirty old town but a grind that I don't belong in, and a bunch of phantoms, and I have got more than enough of them to keep me company. If anybody asks you, just tell 'em that you saw me down in Birmingham, sleeping in a boxcar going by, and that you would like to tell them a better tale, but then you'd have to tell them a lie...