I come aboard

I sing a lament

The world isn't round

It's Twisted and Bent



But to face doom in a sock-stenched room all by myself

Is the kind of fate I never contemplate



That reminds me of the time I felt

It's time for sin and catholic guilt

Two years later to the day

I had reason to confess

With her hair a shining shade

Of bus-conductress blonde

Tales of music and movement

Were told in grip and groan

But to put these thoughts

In songs like theirs

Of the honest truth

There'd be no trace

Just lying out loud



Good God give me strength to face another lazy day of

"If I was a millionaire I'd be a million miles from here"



You came into my life like a brick through a window

And I cracked a smile



I know her face so well

Although the color of her eyes

Escapes me for the moment

Though her embrace

Is like being short-changed



But if I knew what made carpets fly

I wouldn't be sitting here

Twiddling my thumbs

I'd threadbare my soul

And wheedle my way

Into other people's lives

And out of my own



So typical - a battle of wits

And I've come half prepared



Now we raised a toast to celebrate

As December's embers fade

But every fire is just a hoax

For January's little joke





Halfway to paralyzed my understudy's eyes grew tired

Every actor hides a heckle,

doctor hydes a jekyll

See through my disguise



But I forget the conversation we had

I don't remember what you said or did

That made you so attractive



I'm immortal

And that's no life at all