The Ultracheese

Still got pictures of friends on the wall I suppose we aren't really friends anymore Maybe I shouldn't ever have called That thing friendly at all Get freaked out from a knock at the door When I haven't been expecting one Didn't that used to be part of the fun Once upon a time? We'll be there, at the back of the bar In a booth like we usually were Every time there was a rocket launch Or some big event What a death! I died writing that song Start to finish, with you looking on It stays between us, Steinway, and his sons 'Cause it's the ultracheese Perhaps it's time that you went for a walk Dressed like a fictional character From a place they called America In the golden age Trust the politics to come along When you were just trying to orbit the sun When you were just about to be kind to someone Because you had the chance I've still got pictures of friends on the wall I might look as if I'm deep in thought But the truth is I'm probably not If I ever was Oh, the dawn won't stop weighing a tonne I've done some things that I shouldn't have done But I haven't stopped loving you once