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