King of Aylmer Street

I see you now out on Aylmer Street
Drinking time away on the concrete
In a ripped shirt drenched with dirty sweat
 
Ian there’s always a cure
Don’t let your stories die
 
I found you there in a patch of scorching sun
Passed out all day till the ambulance had come
Couldn’t hot scabs burn enough to wake you?
 
Ian there’s always a cure
Don’t let your stories die
 
Ian, you can do it
You can fight it
You can beat it
 
Ian, start over
Turn the page
And throw the book down