| I miss doodling your name,
On the back of the page as I daydream,
I miss getting home after school,
And staying up 'til after dark talking to you.
Oh show me where you'd like to hide tonight,
I'll make sure that we get you there,
In a two-bob horse and cart to share,
And if we would talk on the way,
Could you tell me those dreams,
That you said you knew I couldn't bear.
Or should I try my luck,
With a death ramp truck,
Or would that earn a place,
In your black mark book,
With teenage Mike,
And his hitchhike charms,
For now.
I wanna get lost in a forest,
With a box full of pictures of you,
And leave you astounded with the dozens,
Of heartfelt speeches I return with.
I wanna be the voice of a generation,
Like a sweetbone Jarvis,
Or the next new-era Bob Dylan,
Well is that short of a reason,
To explain my years of parrot rambling.
Oh show me where you'd like to hide tonight,
I'll make sure that we get you there,
In a two-bob horse and cart to share,
And if we would talk on the way,
Could you tell me those dreams,
That you said you knew I couldn't bear.
I'd like to be the one to help you now,
But we know that's not the case, it's in nobody's taste,
To distract you from your home underground.
Cause now you're gone, and it won't be long,
'Til the rest of the town has followed six feet down.
When your eyes are strained,
And the days are drained,
Just think of what I'd do,
For you,
If you were closer or deeper. |
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