facing all these faceless ladies that ain't got names,
safe for you,
has just made me
live like TV,
waste my time, its like money too.
every night the re-run goes
you've gone out, I stay home, hows your chaperon?
I wish he'd come and turn me off,
he'll do things that I don't understand,
Sunday, I'll dock this boat up on dry land,
and you'll be sinking in the quick sand,
but 'til then,
all these face lift ladies, ain't got names,
save for you,
its not easy to
live like TV,
when your new tube, ain't got nothing new.
I know you've done your best to be yourself, (with one foot running fast)
but your screen made it seem
I had to go and shut down my daydreams ,
to be right by everybody else,
now that the kings gone.
what will the children say?
For the Death of a King : August 29, 1958 "“ June 25,