He had a book of letters with his name on
From all of the friends he had met
He showed it to me like a Master's degree
From a school not invented yet.
I took the look in his eyes
For the faraway stare of the wise
Didn't see that empty bottle
Didn't notice that open fly
So I followed his lead
Like walking in your sleep
Any day of the week.
His legs were no longer his own
They threw him down on the grass
Don't let her know you saw me
Was the first thing that he asked
Turned on my heel to leave
Told her I wasn't well
And I followed myself through the workaday streets
Like a servant called by a bell.
One down Â©2004 Declan Murray / Amith Narayan