I keep pictures of him in my mind
Yeah you know the kind they curl up on the edges
The corners are bended into a trick pulled from behind.
Physically he is serene
He looks good, he looks clean
Yeah I know he's dead but I know what he said
And I think I might know what he mean.
With many thanks for your well, well wishes
He says believe me, sincerely yours
Mr. E Leon Rauis
Would say it's sentiment which he abhors.
Seventeen Union Square North
Did he walk back and forth
In the glass at the shop, did he smile? did he stop
For awhile did he question his worth?
Seventeen Union Square West
Dressed up, looking his best
Mr. E. Leon Rauis could never know
How this would seem his one small request.
With many thanks for your well, well wishes
He says believe me, sincerely yours
Mr. E Leon Rauis
Would say it's sentiment which he abhors.
Regretfully so he still wants you to know
Of the things in his heart he can't say.
His penmenship does a disservice
It's illegible to this day.
Oh, Mr. E. Leon Rauis believe me
I hope it all turned out okay
Picking a shop for the shoot
Did he buy a new suit?
Was he tall, was he kind,
Did he finally find it that day,
Was his end absolute?
He got old like everyone, was he somebody's son?
Did he fail, did he try to succeed
Or deny what he knew or things he had done?
With many thanks for your well, well wishes
He says believe me, sincerely yours
Mr. E Leon Rauis
Would say it's sentiment which he abhors.
