[close this window](1981, Cambridge)
Take this bull by the horns and put him to sleep
He’s too tired to fight
He might come off being cool and tough
But that youthful side of him’s had enough
Goodbye dear friend
Goodbye dear friend
Goodbye dear friend
Goodbye, drink up and go home
There go them god-awful birds again
I’m in trouble again
I thought I heard gunshots off to the east
I saw some children running
I used to love the crows – now they sound like car alarms
I used to feed the squirrels – now their scratching infects me
The sparrows that were once so musical only bring bad news to the feeder
The mourning dove still comes around but her song is hollow, the voice of a dying tribe
Goodbye dear friend
Goodbye, drink up and go home [close this window]