(or songwriting is a funny sort of hobby)
Gonna find your rainbow
Gonna wait until the sun goes down
Gonna meet you in the dark
and I'll give you misery
You'll hold out your riches
Like pennies for a dying man
and you will see
what it was
you meant to me
For dead men tell stories
while they wait for the end of time
Take a chair
and I'll tell you some of mine
And yes they'll be laughter
And some stories that are true
But mostly
I'll be singing
about you