I apologize, seem to have arrived
Home with items in my bag from your house
There's cutlery, a tablecloth, some Hennessey

And a book on presidents deceased
I'll have them Fed-exed to you, it was a strange thing to do
I hope we can still be friends

Ah, it was not me but someone else, you see
Twisting the steering reins
Put a penny in the slot

And make an artificial light shine
Leave, go, my golden arm
I don't give advice but be wise and think twice

Before getting involved in a game
Where the minority face the majority
You are faceless and born without name

Was it knock, synch when we came across three men?
They had church candles wrapped in newspaper
I bought two from them and I lit one for you

I hope the message made its way down the wire
Put a penny in the slot
And make an artificial light shine

Leave, go, my golden arm
The soul of a dog, he's alive and not gone
To the farm like the others said

A Rhodesian Ridgeback off the beaten track
In a furniture shop down on the quays
For the loneliness you foster I suggest Paul Auster

A book called 'Timbuktu'
Put a penny in the slot
And watch the drunken sailor boy dance

She will not let you be her lover
She goes out looking for the taxi
Her phone is ringing straight to message-minder

Send out a battalion to find her
Put a penny in the slot
And count the swans through a telescope

I can't help from cryin', I wish you were mine
When I was seventeen I followed my dream
Up into a high-rise block

'The Adventures Of Augie March' by Saul Below
Was all I had for company
At night time I'd lie in Buckingham Park

With tears like flashbulbs
And recall my treasure-searching days
In the rock coves as a kid

To the remains of the cherub plains
Or around the bonfire in Nailers Cove
Good company and grief sit like a dark leaf

Sits beside a stinging nettle
Put a penny in the slot
And make an artificial light shine

Leave, go, my golden arm