Already Gone...

by Robert Sandy

All of the wolves have gone away, they ran away yesterday.
While I was dreaming of "the best baby I ever had," or maybe laid.
Now I ain't never been so certain as when I said goodbye.
And it took me all these years to know it was a lie.

Tickety-tock and flippity-flop

Now here comes another winter.
Trick or treat and auld lang syne.
I will bury my head and wait for Leonard Cohen to make it right.

Now here comes another night.
Whacking-off in a solo flight.
Carnal philosophizing as I wait for Joni Mitchell to make it right.

Wish I could talk to Allen right now.
But Mr. Ginsberg is long gone.
He already played his "so long" song.

It is probably true that everything I ever wanted is already gone.

Everything is already gone.