Mr. Updike

Lyrics
[Verse 1] 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? [Verse 2] 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 [Bridge] 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? Hmm How did it feel? How did it make you feel? [Guitar Solo] Hmm, ooh Ooh, ooh Ah, ah, ah [Verse 3] Running out of cigarettеs Or ideas first Ashes falling to the floor Morе 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 ya, yeah
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Credits
- Writers
- Gary Louris