You've been seen, floating down the river
Round the river bend
You've been seen with someone else
Lately I've been told
Funny how that kind of news
Can somehow leave you cold

No bones were broken (but give it time)
I'll be found, floating down the river
With the matchwood...the driftwood...and Harry the horse
Knifed in the back in the revolving doors
All those words of love unspoken
Lying tongue tied and frozen
Choking back these lines

It's cool, cool, cool in the morning
And it's cool, cool, cool at night
It's cool, cool, cool in the evening, yeh
It's cool, cool, cool at.......

Daylight is over, night time is on its way

Like a cat on a hot tin roof
Like a mouse on the run from the owl
When you're caught like a rat
In the empty top hat of the night
Even shadows have shadows
And a long silhouette
All the black notes of pianos
Play a strange cadenza

(It's not a good omen when your goldfish commits suicide)

PART THREE