The Man From the Oldest Building

If I could love

The music in the air

If I could go

Just dancing everywhere

If I was the one

Who fights to live

With never care

And in green parks

I'd run until I'm light

And in pictures

I'd be the best upright

And in every street

Someone was there

To hold me tight

But I never go

(I don't even try to)

Where the others go

(I don't even cry for)

And the taste I find

No one else will find

No one is there

When I climb the stairs

And no one ever

Is watching my movies

The movies I live in

No one on the sidewalk

The side that I step on

Nobody will order

My sweet pies

And so

For this helluva drink

I'm alone

With me, me

And I go home

To meet my newest chair

And I whistle

Like something's in the air

Then the elevator doors unfold

And there was you

All around you

Is smelling something new

All about you

Is shining into view

When I turned the lights

And shut the door

Then there was you

See my furniture

(Try my dusty pillows)

See my window view

(That's a bat who dances)

These are my old stamps

I collect these things

But I forgot

To introduce myself

I'm just the guy

From the oldest of buildings

The emptiest party

The strangest of clothing

The top of the listings

Of no matches ever

But still burning deep

To be tempted to learn so

Oh, please won't you sit