Pining for a lost lover

Annie's gone
back to someplace warm
where the snow is white
and I'm dead

or maybe just missing
the cops don't know

they never know if
or how or why
but if they find my body
well..

they won't let it lie
there rotting along the high
way side

Annie's gone
back to the marketplace
where the rain is ice
and i'm dead

or maybe just dreaming
the deli don't know

they never know if
my meat is raw
but if they find it uncut
well

they'll clean it off
and slice it by the
pound

my meat is soft
and i can't lie i'm not in the mood
and i don't know why

Annie's gone
back to that metropolis
where street lights blazing
and i'm lost

or maybe just painted
the professor don't know

he never knows if
i read the book
but if i did, well, then we'll talk

about Holden Caulfield
and Phoebe
but not the red hat

no

not that.