Lyrics

Your baby face
and your musical hands
Your love of life
And your steadfast aversion to plans
Had always seen you through
Until she called to tell you the news
Step back, slide into the bittersweet
It's a heavy fate but a precious weight
And it takes you completely inside
To the bittersweet

Now you're on the phone
Booking stage after stage
Gotta make it pay
To keep your hands out of minimum wage
To take that second job would be defeat
Nine months left to make ends meet

The old apartment
Is gonna have to make do
Put the bikes in the basement
To make way for Winnie-the-Pooh
Another wrinkle in your Kerouac style
Welcomed with a smile
With a smile