I could dig you up and show you how I'm living, the blocks I walk to my office, and the way I take back to our apartment, all the turns through the avenues and then upstairs, finally, I could bring you back, to come to our place, to see how things have changed.

Sit down with me again, where you could charm my wife, and I could work this out with you, to get you back on track, and let's find you something to wear. We could clean you up and make you something to eat.

And then let's look for flights. There are some new songs I want you to hear, and let's talk about where we left off. I could tell you all about the last few years, and then, let's send you back home again.

by TW JACKSON