You took one too many Ativan
And raced out into the street
Danced in line with the EMTs
Who stared at your bare feet

I'll never recover
From the shape of your little fist
Swinging at the coat check singing
I Have Confidence in the rain

I was on your last paragraph
When they asked: Guess who's been killed?
Then I heard those European police sirens
From all those action films

I'll never recover from doing what was right
You said: If you die in your sleep
You're all alone in the middle of the night

So long, farewell, Julie Andrews
We lose quarters in candy machines

When they pulled you out of the harbour
You were holding onto a book
Then you shoved your screenplay into my chest
And said: Won’t you at least take a look?

I'll never recover
From the colour of your tears
When you came home from spring break
After thirteen years

So long, farewell, Tony Walton
Se lose fingers in pairing machines
Ah so long, farewell Julie Andrews
We lose lines in deleted scenes