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?