She's gone...

For three weeks
She's out of town
Out of contact
In a foreign land
Without a long distance phone card

All around me is flirtation
Seduction
Women can sense it
I don't know how
Pheromones?
But they're flocking
Pouring down like rain
All around me
And all I have to do
If you'll pardon the lame metaphor
Is lower my umbrella

I asked my friend
If living an unprincipled life makes you a bad person
If it is wrong
In some kind of deep essential way

And as I watched her get in the van
And drive away
I just felt kind of sick
Free
and sick