Standard (EADGBE)

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!


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)