Half Way There

He's only half-way there, he's only half-way there. Told me my fortune was enough for me That I would rather be lying lonely in the houses that stand along the river-side, Wearing nothing but the ruby bequeathed to me by him when he died. He's only half-way there, he's only half-way there. One look at his visage will tell you so All you need to know is there in black & white, printed o his brow. He has told me why when where but he never told me how - He's only half-way there, he's only half-way there. First time I turned and ran away from him - I could not begin to feel the feelings that I felt he felt then. If he hadn't disappeared in spring that year I'd have sent him home again. He's only half-way there, he's only half-way there. A large courtege of mourners all agree that it was really he Huddled in a blanket, chewing on a ball-point pen. They stood him up against the wall & set him off again Around the karmic wheel ... big deal - you can't get me that way. I read between the lines of the notice in the times & this is what they say: He's only half-way there, he's only half-way there, half-way there, etc.