If he shall fall from my arms Like the leaves of a tree And blow with the wind Under another’s shade I will be left in the open Wondering if the season Of loneliness has come again As it always has when The winters are cold
Come spring I feel I will not Have the strength to bud again
I ate all the stars last night every single one Then I had a comet cone for dessert Now I have starburn and I'm burping up rays of light that sunburn my throat
The comet cone was too sugary So I let it spew away Now I have to learn all the new constellations And of course it's all Confucius
Charlie was my friend, he was a chef Then packed everything in to play saxaphone When he played the universe stopped to listen But ****** was claiming him, this he overthrew In favour of wine
One day on a beaten track I found him sleeping A woman had told me to beware the ***** She stood at the top to watch me walk past So that I'd be safe. I saw my friend and sat down, we smoked a smoke Talked of old times Fields on either side and the woman Stood in amazement until I waved to say it was all alright
One night I was sleeping and woke in the dark Charlie was saying "Wake up wake up" The wind was howling outside He took hold of my shoulders and shook me awake I said "******* Charlie, I'm trying to sleep" Turned over and closed my eyes.
I found out a few days later He'd died that night In another place far from me Of a final old times shot