What’s uh…

by davebarclay1954

Well you look at me and open your mouth
Then close it again, saying nothing
I’m staring at you now from across the table
Wondering if this is the right time to sing

Before I can stop them the words come out
I’m singing Syd Barret’s song Bike
Then I see Emily play so I shout
Come with me my friend on a little hike

We’re off to solsbury hill on a trek
We’ll be gone for about a month
When we return older and stronger
We’ll be closer in turn to death

Don’t fear the reaper, he comes when it’s time
Rolling and tumbling as he rides his white steed
Before taking you before the judge
I’ve seen him often in my dreams and shook his hand