Sitting down by my window
Honey, looking out at the rain
Sitting down by my window, looking out at the rain
All around that I felt it
All I can see was the rain
Something grabbed a hold of me
Feel to me, oh, like a ball and chain
When I knew her she had a place outside of town, over the Golden Gate, with rooms that seemed to be covered in shingles on the inside. Tiburon maybe. Or maybe not. There was a lot from those days that got lost in the smoke of the world. She had bad skin that she was sensitive about and slathered on a lot of pancake. And she was…. well… small. Almost tiny. Almost elfin. Until she turned her voice on and blew off the back wall of whatever joint she was lighting up. Danny WhatsHisName from the teen magazine told me she was dead. We were backstage at the Winterland. I don’t remember who was playing. I just went home.
I don’t understand how come you’re gone, man. I don’t understand why half the world is still crying, man, when the other half of the world is still crying too, man, I can’t get it together. If you got a cat for one day, man I mean, if you, say, say, if you want a cat for 365 days, right you ain’t got him for 365 days, you got him for one day, man. well I tell you that one day man, better be your life, man. because, you know, you can say, oh man, you can cry about the other 364, man, but you’re gonna lose that one day, man, and that’s all you’ve got. You gotta call that, man. that’s what it is, man. if you got it today you don’t want it tomorrow, man, cause you don’t need it, cause as a matter of fact, as we discovered in the train, tomorrow never happens, it’s all the same fucking day, man.