Mr. Leather

Dear Lou, so many words, too little time That’s probably something you found too So long ago sitting around We were wondering what it was that made you glow That chop chop guitar like a Chinese meal Slicing up time within the 4/4 zone You were the city, you were the cool Way before we’d even been there Mister Leather, mystic river Smoky glasses, what were you looking at? Dear Lou, try as we might, the compass wasn’t behaving right The flu came in the night, knocked us out and brought the white Mister Leather, mystic river Smoky glasses, what were you looking at? Dear Lou, so many people, so little space But that’s what defines the human race Bars and cars and stars and tsars All mixed up in a mixed up city It’s a place that you called home While you were there at least Mister Leather, mystic river Dear Lou, try as we might, the compass wasn’t behaving right The flu came in the night, knocked us out and brought the white When you turned out the light the good old school faded out of sight Mister Leather, mystic river Smoky glasses, what were you looking at? So Lou, I’ll miss raising my glass with you Dear Lou, try as we might, the compass wasn’t behaving right The flu came in the night, knocked us out and brought the white When you turned out the light the good old school faded out of sight Mister Leather, mystic river Smoky glasses what were you looking at?