“I heard you got a dispatch from San Jose,
I heard it was the color blue.”
Man, it’s been five weird years
Since I wrote those words to you
You’ve been collecting dust in a drawer
Longing to stretch your leather
I’ve been preaching in the corner
And trying to read the weather
How have you been, friend?
What’s the word, brother?
You don’t say, dude!
It’s good to see you.