Glory of Old - Herman Dune
I left the flat cause it felt like home
Ordered wine and sat down to write you a poem
The words came easy the words came strong
The poem would be good the poem would be long
Wine came but I didn't drink a sip
I just checked I had money for the wine and for the tip
Then the poem went on and about an hour past
I lit a straight and had my drink at last
Oh you you who know me quite well
You know that I don't live where I dwell
I don't need a table I don't need a drink
All I do need is some room to think
Given the waterfall given the few
Anything goes anythings coo
I take the world with its buildings and its trees
And all its swans become my geese
The river a little stream
The glory of old a dream
But you you who know me well enough
You know what it's all made of it's all made of good stuff
I kissed the cutest Greek little girl
She gave me some soda and a little blue pearl
I found a roman city in southern Italy
And destroyed its ruins destroyed them totally
I left a pair of black underpants
In the men's room of a bar in Paris France
I slept on the beach above the artic circle
Woke up alive and didn't call it a miracle
But you you who know me like nobody else does
You know it doesn't matter it doesn't matter where I was
