Night in the Wilderness

I could be sitting on the left of you
You'd be looking straight ahead
If I was adrift right across from you
You still would cut me dead
I've had better deep discussions
With this plate of soft-shelled crab

I'd put some spice in your rice
You'd give me blues in the stew
I'd give you catfish jumping
You'd give me all this work to do
Who's got the cheque on this hot dinner?
Who's got the tabs on the crab?

Another night in the wilderness:
Should have been a night on the town
Lesson in learning how to hold a conversation down
I'm in splendid isolation, feel that heavy silence fall
Got all this cut out for me to do
Another night in the wilderness of you

Here I am drinking you with my eyes
You're looking at the gravy on my bib
I go weak-kneed at the suggestion of you
What's wrong with the cut of my jib?
Is there a lobster in the offing, or just a fifty dollar cheque?