(chords played on off-beats, change on each measure - 4/4, 200bpm)
He told me that I knew just what to laugh at
and I wanted to but I just couldn't ask if he would take it back so
I could know for certain..
So on the bench I watched his left hand crossing
while doubling entendres with the voicings.
He said, "Oh darling, you're charming, Please don't find it alarming if I
pull this stop out to free up a hand for heavy petting!"
Now, there, there;
I'm a friendly man.
I joke about sex because it's funny when you're
frightened (ah, ah)
(ah ah, ah ah)
So silently I sat and turned the pages,
recalculating our respective ages.
Over my shoulder, he muttered, "If I get any older, you can
hack my wrists off with your choice of objects, no, I'm kidding"
Don't be scared;
I'm a friendly man.
I joke about death because it's funny when you're
frightened (ah, ah)
(ah ah, ah ah)
This is as far as I could get.
He jabbed a needle in my neck,
erasing all the evidence,
but there were matchsticks in my pants,
and if a rock should hit my head
and I remember what he did,
you'll be the very first to know.
Maybe I'll find out why this damn thing won't stop bleeding!
(break)
He told me that I showed a great potential,
that given I turned heads and pages, fame would be a piece of cake
but practice was essential..
So like a stupid child I believed it
and golly, who would ever had agreed if
I had been Schubert or Mozart, devoted to the fine art of
perfecting absolutely everything inconsequential.
Don't be sad;
I'll come back again.
I joke about trash 'cause it takes class to be
enlightened (ah, ah)
(ah ah, ah ah)
So several decades have gone by.
I am still sitting by his side.
I turn the pages faithfully.
He turns his head and smiles at me
and with a wink he says, "I doubt
we would be anywhere without
your gift for keeping truth and consequence from meeting.."
(instrumental to end)