Read your book the other day

What can I say ?

Lots of singers, books and poems

But your're still a mysteree

Dont you see, its just curiosity

And your wife passes by like a Butterfly

 

Your songs are still here

Waiting in a drawer

Theyre for us to find;  you to share

Then we'll know you're really there

 

Your life seemed such a gas

Nothing crass

So why do you hide behind a cloak of gloom

Cant you see, your home's so bare

The clock has no chime

And your wife flies away to a sunnier clime

 

I know you think your nothing special

Dont mean zilch a dime a song

Remember when you were a rebel

And everything you did was supposed to be wrong

 

Chill out man its good to relax

Know that your words reached the mark and had some class

Cut to the quick and all that jazz

 

Oh and BTW  Thanks for the songs