The Ultracheese

Still got pictures of friends on the wall

I suppose we aren't really friends anymore

Maybe I shouldn't ever have called

That thing friendly at all

Get freaked out from a knock at the door

When I haven't been expecting one

Didn't that used to be part of the fun

Once upon a time?

We'll be there, at the back of the bar

In a booth like we usually were

Every time there was a rocket launch

Or some big event

What a death! I died writing that song

Start to finish, with you looking on

It stays between us, Steinway, and his sons

'Cause it's the ultracheese

Perhaps it's time that you went for a walk

Dressed like a fictional character

From a place they called America

In the golden age

Trust the politics to come along

When you were just trying to orbit the sun

When you were just about to be kind to someone

Because you had the chance

I've still got pictures of friends on the wall

I might look as if I'm deep in thought

But the truth is I'm probably not

If I ever was

Oh, the dawn won't stop weighing a tonne

I've done some things that I shouldn't have done

But I haven't stopped loving you once