John Grant

John Grant took my heart away to Reykjavik

I hope he takes care of it

Ups its rate a bit

We had tea at Bertaux

We like cake and it shows

A moment on the lips

A lifetime on the hips

We’re a funny pair

He likes coasters, I don’t care

Vicissitudes abound

Life is ups and downs

We love trees and we hug them

Every chance we get

It chafes the arms a bit

And we don’t know if they’re into it

Now he was absent on the night his mother died

Where was he, I don’t know

But I do know he was there, really

And she knew it

But he didn’t, not at all

I hear that he’s moved on to the fjords

Or Lake Woebegone

Trying to find a place in which he can belong

But just a bit, until reality hits