The Ultracheese

Still got pictures of friends on the wall

I 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 expecting 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 writing that song

From start to finish, with you looking on

It stays between us, Steinway and his sons

Because it's the ultracheese

Perhaps it's time that you went for a walk

Dressed like a fictional character

From a place they called America in the golden age

Trust the politics to come along

When you were just trying 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 weighing a tonne

I've done some things that I shouldn't have done

But I haven't stopped loving you once