When I am dead, my dearest,
You best be coming with me.
I've no time to lounge upon a cloud
To watch you cry and miss me.
You're already late, my dearest,
But then, you always were--
Taking minutes to put your shoes on
Never quite on your way out the door.
No one else may be your dearest, dearest,
You may not talk to anyone
Or meet, or sleep with, or see other people.
No work, no play, no fun.
So just stop your heart or shut down your brain,
And come join me wherever as soon as you can.
Exit Highway 61 to Thunder Road. If you've passed the usual palm tree, you've gone too far...
No comments:
Post a Comment