The Ultracheese

The Ultracheese
Still got pictures of friends on the wall
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 expectin' 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 writin' that song
Start to finish, with you lookin' on
It stays between us, Steinway and his sons
Because it's the ultracheese
Perhaps it's time that you went for a walk
And dress like a fictional character
From a place they called America
In the golden age
Trust the politics to come along
When you were just tryin' 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 weighin' a tonne
I've done some things that I shouldn't have done
But I haven't stopped lovin' you once, ooh, oooh