(chords played on off-beats, change on each measure - 4/4, 200bpm) He told me that I knew just what to laugh at and I wanted to but I just couldn't ask if he would take it back so I could know for certain.. So on the bench I watched his left hand crossing while doubling entendres with the voicings. He said, "Oh darling, you're charming, Please don't find it alarming if I pull this stop out to free up a hand for heavy petting!" Now, there, there; I'm a friendly man. I joke about sex because it's funny when you're frightened (ah, ah) (ah ah, ah ah) So silently I sat and turned the pages, recalculating our respective ages. Over my shoulder, he muttered, "If I get any older, you can hack my wrists off with your choice of objects, no, I'm kidding" Don't be scared; I'm a friendly man. I joke about death because it's funny when you're frightened (ah, ah) (ah ah, ah ah) This is as far as I could get. He jabbed a needle in my neck, erasing all the evidence, but there were matchsticks in my pants, and if a rock should hit my head and I remember what he did, you'll be the very first to know. Maybe I'll find out why this damn thing won't stop bleeding! (break) He told me that I showed a great potential, that given I turned heads and pages, fame would be a piece of cake but practice was essential.. So like a stupid child I believed it and golly, who would ever had agreed if I had been Schubert or Mozart, devoted to the fine art of perfecting absolutely everything inconsequential. Don't be sad; I'll come back again. I joke about trash 'cause it takes class to be enlightened (ah, ah) (ah ah, ah ah) So several decades have gone by. I am still sitting by his side. I turn the pages faithfully. He turns his head and smiles at me and with a wink he says, "I doubt we would be anywhere without your gift for keeping truth and consequence from meeting.." (instrumental to end)