Hey man I know you can write
But youre just wasting paper now
You can stay up all night
And youd never see your soul on paper anyhow
You dont want to die alone
Thirty-three and living with your mother
Cmon get outside coz its outside and youre in
Coz you aint movin in on me friend
Move here and Ill move there and well compare the coast lines
Take notes carefully
Being jaded doesnt help us
Coz we need to find
If everybody dies alone
And everybody here now has a mother?
Coz I have seen some very strange types
But they all now seem very friendly
And now youve been caught up in thick
That you forget which you need
Going on and on about the sad condition of the lawn
But lazy cant get to his feet
And with your mind made up
Any day could be your book
Hey man, I know youre alright
Well get together later
Well hang here and hang some there
Collaborate on books about exploring nature
How not to die alone
Clever letter writing to amuse our mothers
Coz there is outside and then here is outside