I’m looking out the window Vacation’s almost ended There’s a hole in my heart And some things just can’t be mended My eyes are stuck on the prize of a game I was destined not to win I live here for now but it can’t be forever Oh, we have seen some Stormy weather The horizon is clearing and I am not sure That is a good thing! Oh! I’m moving on, I’m moving on Maybe you bunch of lovers and heathens Will miss me when I’m gone… When I’m gone. Pack up my suitcase, man am I a basket case! Everything I look at tastes of wasted days There’s a thousand miles behind me and Their ghosts are closing in. I don’t need no swimming trunks Im a sinner not a flaming monk But that don’t matter none Because those days are done and gone I howled at the moon and chased the sun Drank the gin and smashed the rum And I’m moving on I'm moving on Maybe you bunch of lovers and heathens Will miss me when I’m gone When I’m gone They say the streets are paved with gold So I think I’ll stick with the cards I hold I don’t need no promised land When I’ve got your shining hand. The seas will part and the birds will fly - Ill poke that albatross right in the eye! Throw me overboard see if I care Ill take the chance to wash the dust right off my hair If you need me I’ll be riding a porpoise. Whoever said my life had no direction and purpose Had a failing imagination and no sense to stand and grin. I might play the clown I might caper like a fool I’m a good friend and a useful tool If you need a nudge towards the light I’m the mess you want to be in But I'm moving on And I’m moving on I'm moving on Maybe you bunch of lovers and heathens Will miss me when I’m gone When I’m gone Yeah I said I am gone and that’s about right... Is that a sun spot or a guiding light? I guess I’ll have to find out once I catch up with it. At least it’s not a pearly gate with a grouchy man, And heart full of hate for dirty little rascals who Like to drink and sing! Did I tell you about the time when I Bought a girl a ring and sat in a hotel While the seas came crashing in? Oh, I might have loved and I might have laughed I might have been a terror and I could have done With a few more baths and I’m sure that people Would say that I did it all and I did it my way! But that’s another song and maybe another place And anyway I’m moving on I'm moving on Maybe you bunch of lovers and heathens Will miss me when I’m gone When I’m gone I guess I just have that kind of face that people want To kiss or hit and I have had a bit of both and I’m done with it. So, here’s to Bobby and here’s to Plain Jane! Here is to the needle and here is to the lack of pain! Here is another shot to all the ones who didn’t care to win! Oh, I think I’m wasted I know I’ve tasted the dew from the shoe Of a hobo that fainted and left his bottle open to pour out Everything that still lay within. But I’m not proud and let’s not be hasty let’s face it when you are Desperate just about anything is quite tasty, And I am down on the bottom of the bottle and I’m looking in. And I’m moving on I'm moving on Maybe you bunch of lovers and heathens Will miss me when I’m gone When I’m gone I know I said I am going, and I will eventually… But I guess I found something to keep me here . . . possibly Even if that thing ain’t sure if it’s hanging around. So keep your hands off my puddle, this is my own muddle You get your own, but I will carry you home. You don’t have to worry while I am standing by your side And if you move on I will be with there with you.. I am the loving kind. But this ain’t no joke, my little sister We are playing for keeps and you know I’ve missed you.. And I suggest you pull up a chair Before you go and tug on that crying Angel’s hair . . . . But if not I guess that we are moving on We are moving on… And I guess this bunch of lovers and heathens will miss us When we are gone… When we’re gone.
This was written as a song…if anyone wants to hear it I will record it and put it up on a soundcloud account…