Every day I think about writing a song
being played on a piano
with some interesting lyrics about
Southern California in a rainstorm
and a little boy waving goodbye to
his red bicycle.
It will have several verses to help
accentuate the loss, maybe it stands
for the loss of his innocence
I don’t know.
All I hear is the piano go
and a voice just slightly better
than Randy Newman’s
signing with detached irony.
I like this song.
It would sound great playing on an old
stereo in the background of a movie
about what it means to be a man.