Dear Nick

Dear Nick

Dear Nick:
Walk me to the river, Nick.
Spill your guts like confetti.
Bring your strings and bring your pick
And tell me about Betty.

Was she low and lonely Nick?
Was she someone to you?
Did she see you strange and sick?
A dreamer through and through?

Dear Nick said as the Day was Done,
That he would leave us soon.
To find the Things Behind the Sun,
And howl at Pink Moons.
Just after all the leaves would fall,
Dear Nick would have to leave us all.

Are you sir, the River Man?
And what did Betty say?
Did she make you understand,
Why she left that day?

Have you smelled the west wind yet,
Out on the teeming tide?
Have you sailed out far and let,
Your anchor drop beside?

Dear Nick said as the Day was Done,
That he would leave us soon.
To find the Things Behind the Sun,
And howl at Pink Moons.
Just after all the leaves would fall,
Dear Nick would have to leave us all