Richard Julian

One, two, three, ya Playing dead on the unmade bed With the book unread and the New York Times

The passenger window framed you like a screen And deep in my mind I was filming a scene Of the land rushing

Hush now baby, don't you pout Spring is just around the corner You may be down but you're not out

Flying half-mast, overcast with a gun ship grey You ever hear of such a thing, a spring with no month of May?

I used to work in an ice cream shop Sugar cone with a cherry on top This girl, she had a pretty face I

No, that wasn't really you, no, that wasn't really me We were just making movies Those were two

Sir, step aside, these people were here first As you can see, the line forms over there We're all in a

Just before the old man's eyeballs fixed He went pale as an Eskimo He said, "Young man, I've

Cold grey sky, I don't stand a chance There's a naked branch out the window and I Feel that bitter

Sometimes love is just a cheap guitar Good for a trip to the beach or a bar Not what you'd go at the