When you're up on your pedestalnthey say the moon is on the present.nAnd when you're down in the rut they saynthe blues are self-evident.nnWhen you rummage through your pursenthey say she''ll never escape through there.nYou're the queen of this bar and this neighborhood.nThis is your turf.nI don't belong here.nnHid and seek and seek and save my place.nI spy a barfly sitting down to grace.nHomebasenHomebasennWhen you're up on your pedestalnthey say she looks just like Grace Kelly.nWhen you're groveling on your swivel-stoolnthey take their turns with a machete.nThe apple of their bloodshot eyes.nThe butt of the collective jokengoes bumming lights where none are lit,nand manages to salvage a smoke.nnHide and seek and seek and hide your face.nI spy a barfly flickering by my homebase.nHomebasenHomebase