I Want to Meet Paul Simon

I want to meet Paul Simon I want to be his pal

He can call me Mama, I would call him Al

I’m driving down this highway on another working day

After all these years slip sliding away

After all these crazy years slip sliding away (2)

I’ve got fifty ways to meet him, I will bring the wine

Got parsley, sage and rosemary, but I’m running out of thyme,

Still driving down this highway, singing an American tune

Sail on, silver girl, you’ll be in Graceland soon

Silver girl, sailing on, I’ll be in Graceland soon

When it’s late, late in the evening I hear you once again

Singing through the silence where a song can be a friend

Where peace can be the river that takes us to the sea

We’re heading for the Mardi Gras, Julio and me

Cecilia’s coming with us, I hope she won’t forget

We’re going to meet Paul Simon, he just doesn’t know it yet

We’re going to meet Paul Simon, he just doesn’t know it yet

The train that’s in the distance runs through my heart and bones

The future is in black and white, the past in Kodachrome

With diamonds on my shoes and a necklace made of tears

I think I met Paul Simon, after all these years,

I think I’ve known Paul Simon all these crazy years.