Bobby

He painted his house the color of skin So if the situation called f out he could blend in Or maybe just feel like somebody’s else’s heart when within When not feeling merry and warm and amused by the gin Newspapers in piles, eating over the sink And just waking up feels like racing for pinks And the sky changes color and size each time that he blinks But he’s sure entertained by that quiet unassuming old rink Bobby, oh, Bobby The meek won’t inherit a thing So dismiss this old world and fly to God Let these northern lights come erase what you are Oh, Bobby – you ain't as bad as they say He feared ghosts, the revelers in his grave torment So he kept changing clothes to throw off the scent And campaigned to trade for his soul what he traded for rent But he’d mix up whatever was on hand with what was already spent Bobby, oh, Bobby The week you were gone I was blue So forget this old world; don’t let it get to you Forget this old world and become born anew Oh, Bobby – don’t mortgage your young life this way Bobby, oh, Bobby The meek won’t inherit a thing So dismiss this cold world and fly to God And don’t lose your cool when they cheer and applaud Oh, Bobby – you ain’t as bad as they say Oh, Bobby – you ain’t as bad as they say Oh, Bobby – you ain’t as bad as they say --- BOBBY - Wooden Wand