Mr. Updike

MR. UPDIKE JOHN
DOES YOUR RABBIT RUN
WITH YOUR BRUSHED-BACK HAIR
SO COOL AND SO DEBONAIR
FINISH WHAT YOU STARTED
AND IT MAKES ME SAD
TO THINK OF HOW FEW FRIENDS YOU HAD
WERE YOU BROKEN-HEARTED

YOU WERE AT YOUR BEST
SITTING AT YOUR DESK
NEW SENTENCE IN YOUR HEAD YEAH
THE EVERYDAY WORLD WAS DEAD
HOW COULD IT COMPARE
I LOOK INTO YOUR EYES
COULD WE HAVE BEEN FRIENDS YOU AND I
TALK ABOUT THE WRITER'S LIFE

HOW DID IT FEEL HOW DID IT MAKE YOU FEEL
HOW DID IT FEEL HOW DID IT MAKE YOU FEEL
HOW DID IT FEEL HOW DID IT MAKE YOU FEEL
HOW DID IT FEEL HOW DID IT MAKE YOU FEEL

RUNNING OUT OF CIGARETTES
OR IDEAS FIRST
ASHES FALLING TO THE FLOOR
MORE MISSING OPEN-MOUTH KISSING
TELL ME JOHN WAS ANYONE LISTENING
WERE YOU A FRIEND OF UPTON SINCLAIR
OR WERE YOU MERELY UNAWARE
TELL ME BOUT THE WORDS YOU HEARD
THIS MAY SOUND ABSURD
WAS IT FROM GOD OR SOMETHING THAT YOU OVERHEARD
JUST ONE OF US LATE CATCHING THE BUS
WERE THEY SECRETS THAT YOU COULDN'T ENTRUST
YOUR OLD FRIEND MR. SMITH-CORONA
OH JOHN, IT WOULD HAVE BEEN SO GOOD TO KNOW YOU