Memo - Gold-Bears

I heard the songs you were writing

At least the ones pining

For days that were long, long gone.

I sure would like to feel whole.

The bedroom’s so tiny

Or at least the poor tiling

Suggest we should all go home

I sure would like to feel whole

Or at least a little more whole.

Oh, I could write you a symphony.

Oh, and you were working at Sotheby’s

And doing quite well on your own.

You dropped a coin in the turnstile

Said something about «on time.»

I watched you go round and round.

I sure would like to feel whole.

She can’t know what I’ve done

I’m dumb, she was so young

Can’t ruminate days gone by

I sure would like to feel whole

Or at least a little more whole.

Oh, I could write you a symphony.

Oh, but you were working at Sotheby’s

And doing quite well on your own.