Farewell, OK

Farewell, OK You'll be on your way You'll be on your own now But to my dismay I can't go on After what you've done There are two words that sound like "prey, pray" But I'm not going to tell you which one I'm thinking of Farewell, OK Farewell, OK I thought you'd change Get a little humble You strike your strange disposition Like a drummer hits a cymbal And rings on in the vicinity From an instant thrill to infinity And that doesn't seem like a sin to me Farewell, OK Farewell, OK Ran my hand in the rhythm along the ballroom wall Felt the rumble of the bass through the entrance hall And the door flung open to a mascara cry I can't shake the sound of "How could you or why?" I can't get the stain off my hands ever since From the fake marble pillar past a curtain of chintz A splatter of steps on a chalk floor pattern A trim of black lace on a hem of red satin Goodbye, so long There's no right or wrong This might be the final word I chance in the very last dance The appeal of the trumpet to a pearl of red laughter Of lipstick and kisses right here under the rafter A fumble for heaven in a thimble of draft And a seldom of Elvis in the velvet hereafter Farewell, OK Farewell OK Farewell, OK Farewell, OK