There is an orchid someone gave me. Flat and pressed under the glass. It once was pink and vivid. But today its day has passed. . Its brown leaf spread weak and thin.
When I am older. When I am 94. I'm gonna die in the desert. That's what the desert's for. . And there'll be no water. No rain, no hail, no tears. 'Cause it never rains in the desert.
I wrote my last love song today. Got the whole damn phase out of the way. It was here, now it's gone. But that was my last love song. I wrote my last love song today.
I hear you're having a hard time as a hero. Being in a rock and roll band is nothing slight. I hear you got home and almost broke down crying. 'Cause you thought about the way you were last night.