Not so many years from now,
they'll place my weary bones in the ground.
At least there won't be a blank page
In the chapters that precede my fate.
For I danced upon the earth and the seas
And now it' s just you and me.
As we laugh about the birds and the bees,
My memory is fading away.
I am shaken but not stirred.
Maybe I am going insane
And everybody sees it but me.
The Americans need God, like Georgia needs the rain
At least that' s what the preachers say.
I' ve started several fires,
Some are burning bright today.