The Ultracheese

Still got pictures of friends on the wall
I suppose we aren′t really friends anymore
Maybe I shouldn’t ever have called
That thing friendly at all
Get freaked out from a knock at the door
When I haven′t been expecting one
Didn’t that used to be part of the fun
Once upon a time?

We’ll be there, at the back of the bar
In a booth like we usually were
Every time there was a rocket launch
Or some big event

What a death! I died writing that song
Start to finish, with you looking on
It stays between us, Steinway, and his sons
′Cause it′s the ultracheese
Perhaps it’s time that you went for a walk
Dressed like a fictional character
From a place they called America
In the golden age

Trust the politics to come along
When you were just trying to orbit the sun
When you were just about to be kind to someone
Because you had the chance

I′ve still got pictures of friends on the wall
I might look as if I’m deep in thought

But the truth is I′m probably not
If I ever was

Oh, the dawn won’t stop weighing a tonne
I′ve done some things that I shouldn’t have done
But I haven’t stopped loving you once