Warm Body

The next installment of A Man for All Treasons is forthcoming, with an estimated arrival time of Wednesday evening, I think. In the meantime I hope you will listen to more of George's music. I'll be spending most of tomorrow evening rehearsing with him, so blame him for the delay, and whatever else suits your fancy.

I've had this song in my head all day today; it has great toy-piano.

Warm Body

You know it's a long walk home
Don't think that you have to go
Better here than on your own
Better me than all alone

In your youth, time was on your side
But the years have not been kind
Where once you could always choose
Here tonight I'll have to do

It's hard to view someone like you
Encumbered by your past
So throw that yoke upon the back
Of somebody designed for that

You're sharp-tongued and armed to the teeth
Oh, but don't point that thing at me
I'm as far from beautiful
As I am dependable

It's hard to view someone like you
Encumbered by your past
So throw that yoke upon the back
Of somebody designed for that

You pine to climb in someone's arms
It doesn't matter whose
A king would yield his scepter
For a warm body to use