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.

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