Ode to the Mets

Up on his horse, up on his horse Not gonna wake up here anymore Listen one time, it's not the truth It's just the story I tell to you Easy to say, easy to do But it's not easy, well maybe for you Hope that you find it, hope that it's good Hope that you read it, think that you should Cuts you some slack as he sits back Sizes you up, plans his attack Drums please, Fab And I got it all, I got it all Waitin' for me down on the street But now you gotta do somethin' special for me I'm gonna say what's on my mind Then I'll walk out, then I'll feel fine Yeah, I'm under his thumb, I'm on his back I will not show my teeth too quick I needed you there, I needed you there But I didn't know, I didn't know Back from his trip, he's at the door When he gets back, he's on the phone Innocent eye, innocent heart No, it's not wrong, but it's not right Innocent time, out on his own Not gonna do that, fuck, I'm out of control I was just bored, playin' the guitar Learned all your tricks, wasn't too hard It's the last one now, I can promise you that I'm gonna find out the truth when I get back Gone now are the old times Forgotten, time to hold on the railing The Rubik's Cube isn't solving for us Old friends, long forgotten They all wait at the bottom of The ocean now has swallowed The only thing that's left is us So pardon the silence that you're hearing Is turnin' into a deafening Painful, shameful roar