A Letter Of Thanks - Jack Bruce

She wrote me out a letter of thanks

I had to doubt

Waking in someone’s shoes

It made me feel so harried

Under her clothes she carried

Proof that she wasn’t married

She carved herself a piece of my heart

I have to starve

Walking in someone’s bed

Love causes such congestion

It gives me indigestion

When she brings up the question

I walked into a solid brick wall

I felt like glue

Sticking to someone’s shed

My front teeth were all broken

By those doors you had spoken

I wish you’d left them open

Now when it’s time to look for some peace

I think it’s fine

Practising my last stand

Now that the crowd’s diminished

Our hope of loud is finished

I trace your name in spinach