Ode to the Mets

Up on his horse, up on his horse

Not gonna wake up here anymore

Listen one time

It's not the truth

It's just a story

I tell to you

Easy to say

Easy to do

But it's not easy, well maybe for you?

Hope that you find it

Hope that it's good

Hope that you read it

Think that you should

Cuts you some slack, as he sits back

Sizes you up

Plans his attack

Drums please, Fab

And I got it all

I got it all waiting for me

Down on the street

But now you gotta do something special for me

I'm gonna say, what's on my mind

Then I'll walk out

Then I'll feel fine

Yeah, I'm under his thumb, I'm on his back

I will not show my teeth too quick

I needed you there

I needed you there

But I didn't know

I didn't know

Go alone

I'll go alone

We'll go alone

I'll go alone

Back from his trip

He's at the door

When he gets back

He's on the phone

Innocent eye

Innocent heart

No, it's not wrong

But it's not right

Innocent time

Out on his own

Not gonna do that

Come out of control

I was just bored

Playing the guitar

Learned all your tricks

Wasn't too hard

It's the last one now

I can promise you that

I'm gonna find out the truth

When I get back

Gone now are the old times

Forgotten, time to hold on the railing

The Rubik's Cube isn't solving for us

Old friends, long forgotten

The old ways at the bottom

Of the ocean now has swallowed

The only thing that's left

Is us, so pardon

The silence that you're hearing

Is turning into

A deafening, painful, shameful roar