Bottled In Cork

There was a resolution pending
On the United Nations floor
In reference to the question
What's a peace keeping force for?

Who believed it would be solved in a day?
No one who walked out of that building
On the 8th of May
In their tired-suited, worn-eyed way

I got a message from my sister
She just had a kid
I had to get to Copenhagen
To see how she did

My haircut startled a Canadian
He called me a skid
Though the charge for roaming
International's well hid

Someone is listening on my phone
When I show up on the grid
Me, I'm just a loner
In a world full of kids, egos and ids

A year before and we were getting in
Getting bottled in cork
On television, Congress crying
About abusing the pork
I told the bartender
We were all from New York

Sometimes the path of least resistance
Will gain you the most
More than trying to map the distances
Up and down the East Coast

When you're in Munich making music
Raise your glass and say, "Probst"
Make it easy on your host

Over the mountains and far away
Your tribunal mockeries
Of justice still dog my steps
Until I see that next smiling face
A little good will goes a mighty long way
A little good will goes a mighty long way

I finally made it up to Sweden
To see Little Dove
Some folk remembered our last meeting
And bore me no grudge
And from the bartender
Complementary mugs

Oh, if only I could stay a while
What am I afraid of?
All this psychic damage
Of all the years I'm made of

Tell the bartender, I think I'm falling in love
Tell the bartender, I think I'm falling in love
Tell the bartender, I think I'm falling in love