I just never could say, "good bye" or "adieu" ooh, but the years, they have been so kind to you there's some sk**s that I have learned to do and I would certainly like to share them with you you're outside hanging wet linen and I am giving a Van Dyke listening if you need a little help stretching the canvas if you need a shaky ride to Lawrence, Kansas if you need a little help hauling that big, fat sack I'll be sitting right here beside my stone age fax machine you're up there amongst the mountains and I am drinking from a nasty water fountain I just never could lay a bead on you I took a sad envelope of seed from you I just never could get something to take root one just never can tell about the growth shoot I am crouched with a weak shovel and you are tending the mysterious tunnel