the show tonight was shit.
they should toss us off a bridge and sink us
cos we stank and there’s no denying.
still, i almost cried in the middle of that one song,
when we got to the bridge, the part where your
keyboards sounded so good, always;
tonight norm had to fill in
cos you quit
and it wasn’t the same.
you had the way to make even a shit show better,
and to make me want to sing like i meant it.
tonight on the bus, i’ll stare out the window,
and the boys’ll leave me alone;
i’ll fall asleep around dawn and
if i’m lucky, you’ll show up in my dreams
and riff me happy one more time.