Sayin' Good-Bye
Setting on a park bench going nowhere
when a blind stranger taps me on one shoulder
he opens his newspaper, then says Right-There
look at that, would you, I say: I'm talkin' to a solider
Wait till I'm off this phone please
without another word he sets beside me,
opens a lunch box with a squeakie lid, sneeze
being that man I am, handing him a tissue, see
Ya know, feelin' imposed upon, yet he seeming friendly
I really wanted to be alone, though your here now said I
please make yourself comfortable, while I finish-calmly
saying Good-Bye
Waistin' no time at all to strike up a chat
he stated please Mr. did you read this mornin' paper
have you heard it's a funeral, an what people are sayin'
our king of Rock & 'Roll' passed, on his way to his maker
No-way, not today it's a beautiful day
are you sure it says that
have a look for yourself said he-ay
read it to me I'm blind, I thought as I set
I'd love to help you, only I can't read
Oh! I'm sorry I asked you
living in this park, what do you need, are you homeless,
Not at all kind Sir, stood-up with cane-I'm a little blind too
We said a small prayer, Thank you! Good-Bye Elvis
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