Words and music: lou reed & john cale      Andy it's me, haven't seen you in a while   I wished I talked to you more when you were alive   I thought you were self-assured when you acted shy   Hello it's me   I really miss you, I really miss your mind   I haven't heard ideas like that in such a long, long time   I loved to watch you draw and watch you paint   But when I saw you last I turned away      When billy name was sick and locked up in his room   You asked me for some speed, I though it was for you   I'm sorry that I doubted your good heart   Things always seem to end before they start      Hello it's me, that was a great gallery show   Your cow wallpaper and your floating silver pillows   I wish I paid more attention when they laughed at you   Hello it's me      "pop goes pop artist," the headline said   "is shooting a put-on, is warhol really dead? "   You get less time for stealing a car   I remember thinking as I heard my own record in a bar      They really hated you, now all that's changed   But I have some resentments that can never be unmade   You hit me where it hurt I didn't laugh   Your diaries are not a worthy epitaph      Oh well now andy - guess we've got to go   I hope some way somehow you like this little show   I know it's late in coming but it's the only way I know   Hello it's me - goodnight andy...   Goodbye, andy