So Long Westland
© Copyright, 1987 and 2022, Christopher Michael Johnson
Verse 1
I remember the windswept dust, washing off the sidewalk
And remember the morning sun blazing, on that void between hill and sea.
The bag lady meanders like a pecking hen, stooping every two steps religiously
To pick up a prize, which to us is nothing, and nothing abounds here so pretentiously
Chorus
So long, Westland, I’ll see you in my next nightmare
Maybe it’s just a curiosity that I can’t stop saying goodbye
Verse 2
Oh what fun it is, to window shop, where the mannequin’s better dressed that that twitching bum
See him drool, and jerk his face, for a fraction of the price of that doll’s attire
You look through his reflection in the store front window, I can tell by your side glance
And you acknowledge the building wall behind him, I can see it in your half-smile
Chorus
So long, Westland, I’ll see you in my next nightmare
Maybe it’s just a curiosity that I can’t stop saying goodbye
Verse 3
They told me the diploma was made of gold, and there is no disease in Yugoslavia
They told me that you see the judge at 9 am, and at 10 am, he sets you free
Extended Chorus
So give my regards to Sir Donohue, he sold his right arm to Sir English
And 75 dollars to the DA, she landed her bloody statistic
So long, Westland, I’ll see you in my next nightmare
Maybe ten thousand times is overdoing it, but I can’t stop saying goodbye