Robert, you were such an idiot
But nobody blames you for it
You saw neither the forest nor the trees
Even when you worked as a logger
And it didn't take a psychic or an augur
To predict you would come to a bad end
It was nearly a week before they found your body
And when they did, it was a tuesday
You always liked to go out on tuesdays
Cheap wings and half price drinks until 10
And when they found you, your eyes were still open
And you were smiling and wearing your good clothes
Your wife was patient with you
Your kids tolerated you
You had plenty of friends
You had a great start and a good run
So what does it matter if you had a bad end?
Bad end, bad finale
Alone in the woods
Down in the valley
Alone in the woods
Near the rocks by the river bend
But all ends are bad ends in the end