davy

this whole park bench belongs to me - i'm not crazy

i reserved it late last spring

don't sit there

that's my dog

thought we'd spend the summer here

scare off the tourists

or charge them to feed us

yes

i'm a real financier

and when the interest rates fall

i will invest in a mall

somewhere to keep from the cold wind that rattles my bones

and the sticks and the stones

that shatter my ears

since davy left here

i was always too high strung

seeking my salvation

now i just seek oblivion

used to be so hard to keep up with all the joneses

now i just keep up with me

if you don't like it go home

when this world finally ends. i will be wealthy again

i have all my past in this blue shopping bag that i guard

like the strings of my heart

that once rang so clear

when davy was here

in your pity

you're forgetting that

i was once somebody's better half

visit me again sometime

here among the flowers

when you've know a love like mine

it's hart to chit chat for long

life has more rips in its seams

than any novelist dreams

come when the fabric of nighttime is tattered and torn

we'll talk into dawn

but you'll have to go

when davy gets home