With the thought of a friend

In a distant passing stage

While you lie around

With your hands up and out

So resigned you will fall down

Wild on the warm and far away

The days keep scribbling themselves

in tidy lines

With a fool holding hands

With a one-eyed jack of spades

While on the deck they sing

All of the captain's cards are kings

Still he and the queen are lost at sea

I hope it isn't you and me

And I'll be back 'round again

Yes I'll walk in time with you old friend

And we'll find that place that we danced in so long ago

With this resigned

the letter I sign