It's okay, you don't remember
I won't take it very personally
Sweet enough but getting rough
Let the silk suits laugh and stack it up
Hitch and roll and hit the floor
And you spill the water in your cup
Dust your knees and see the breeze
See it dance with the trees so happily
Think and smile then stay awhile
Stay to dream and be free before you leave
I've got something else to show you
I just know you'd love it
Radiate their pain at great
Either black or white and never gray
Ivory, that ain't up to me
But you can't complain, what do you say?
Oh, when we were free
And she would sing to me
And play these 88 keys
Shame it has to be like this, like this
Oh, they'll take care of you better than I could do
You can take this piano with you
Don't forget or lose your head
As you're reading my letters in your bed
I can feel the breeze
And dream in every shade
But what of the 88 keys as she prepares the grave, the grave, the grave