Standard (EADGBE)

 He told me that I knew just what to laugh at

 and I wanted to but I just couldn't ask if he would take it back so

I could know for certain..

 So on the bench I watched his left hand crossing

 while doubling entendres with the voicings.

 He said, "Oh darling, you're charming, Please don't find it alarming if I

pull this stop out to free up a hand for heavy petting!"

Now, there, there;

I'm a friendly man.

I joke about sex because it's funny when you're

frightened (ah, ah)

 (ah ah, ah ah)

 So silently I sat and turned the pages,

 recalculating our respective ages.

 Over my shoulder, he muttered, "If I get any older, you can

hack my wrists off with your choice of objects, no, I'm kidding"

Don't be scared;

I'm a friendly man.

I joke about death because it's funny when you're

frightened (ah, ah)

 (ah ah, ah ah)

This is as far as I could get.

 He jabbed a needle in my neck,

 erasing all the evidence,

 but there were matchsticks in my pants,

 and if a rock should hit my head

 and I remember what he did,

 you'll be the very first to know.

 Maybe I'll find out why this damn thing won't stop bleeding!

(break)

 He told me that I showed a great potential,

 that given I turned heads and pages, fame would be a piece of cake

 but practice was essential..

 So like a stupid child I believed it

 and golly, who would ever had agreed if

 I had been Schubert or Mozart, devoted to the fine art of

 perfecting absolutely everything inconsequential.

Don't be sad;

I'll come back again.

I joke about trash 'cause it takes class to be

 enlightened (ah, ah)

 (ah ah, ah ah)

So several decades have gone by.

 I am still sitting by his side.

 I turn the pages faithfully.

 He turns his head and smiles at me

 and with a wink he says, "I doubt

 we would be anywhere without

 your gift for keeping truth and consequence from meeting.."

(instrumental to end)