I apologize, seem to have arrived   Home with items in my bag from your house   There's cutlery, a tablecloth, some Hennessey   And a book on presidents deceased      I'll have them Fed-exed to you, it was a strange thing to do   I hope we can still be friends   Ah, it was not me but someone else, you see   Twisting the steering reins      Put a penny in the slot   And make an artificial light shine   Leave, go, my golden arm      I don't give advice but be wise and think twice   Before getting involved in a game   Where the minority face the majority   You are faceless and born without name      Was it knock, synch when we came across three men?   They had church candles wrapped in newspaper   I bought two from them and I lit one for you   I hope the message made its way down the wire      Put a penny in the slot   And make an artificial light shine   Leave, go, my golden arm      The soul of a dog, he's alive and not gone   To the farm like the others said   A Rhodesian Ridgeback off the beaten track   In a furniture shop down on the quays      For the loneliness you foster I suggest Paul Auster   A book called ?Timbuktu?      Put a penny in the slot   And watch the drunken sailor boy dance      She will not let you be her lover   She goes out looking for the taxi   Her phone is ringing straight to message-minder   Send out a battalion to find her      Put a penny in the slot   And count the swans through a telescope   I can't help from cryin', I wish you were mine      When I was seventeen I followed my dream   Up into a high-rise block   ?The Adventures Of Augie March? by Saul Below   Was all I had for company      At night time I'd lie in Buckingham Park   With tears like flashbulbs   And recall my treasure-searching days   In the rock coves as a kid      To the remains of the cherub plains   Or around the bonfire in Nailers Cove   Good company and grief sit like a dark leaf   Sits beside a stinging nettle      Put a penny in the slot   And make an artificial light shine   Leave, go, my golden arm