John's Song

The geese are flying south to escape the winter chill

I stayed home to paint the ceiling, write my dying will

Give the cash to charity and give my brain to science

Sell the swing set and the house and bury me in silence

If you wanna find me I'll be sulking looking sad

In a dimly lighted room with my head held in my hands

Longing for the girl dancing in her flowing dress

Dreaming of the day I get some gooseneck from the back

It was long and it was clean

It was like nothing else I'd ever seen

It was good and it was grand