Toodaloo

A shadow  of former self
Thin man in the sun can  
Standing up hard - minus health
Roll camera for a dead man

And sometimes I think of you
The voice thinner and thinner
In the mirror, the damn mirror
To the blue, the blue

In tears and death and
And nothing left,  
But a sick bird in a cage
And a love you

Death is close, so close
By the river sailing,
Waiting for an angel
To say goodbye

Toodaloo