Song For David

Let's have a waltz for Annie
For mutual understanding
For the dogs, the planning
With minds to stick the landing
For the fossils waiting
On the digging and displaying
For the angels a'fallen
God it's hard to be an angel

For the mods, the beatniks
The matchsticks and the freckled
For the catholics, the muslims
The jesters and the heckled
For the singers, the players
The worry-eyed soothsayers
For the sick and the dying
For the healing and the crying

For the clown and the genius
For the snoring and the sleepless
And everything between us

Have a song for David
The white-haired and the younger
For the food, the farmers
With minds to feed the hunger
For the myths, the legends
The tramps in all the gutters
For the freaks, the bearded
The lonely and the lovers

The producers, the rappers
The backstage in the rafters
For the crowd, the laughter
The moshing, parties after
Here's a song for David
For the family not related
And the lucid, sedated
For the born, the created

For the poor and the needless
For Muhammad and Jesus
And everything between us

For the actors pretending
Off air without and ending
For the message typed out
Deleted before sending
For the ones that you love
And for those who are well meaning
Have a song for the voices
Not suited for singing

For Parker and Davis
Ludwig and Amadeus
For the coffee, the tobacco
And the vices that betray us
For the holy, the monks
Thelonious and buddhist
For the sober, the drunks
For the clothed and all the nudists

For the easy, for inconvenience
For the bitter and the sweetness
And everything between us

Have a song for David
The timeless and the dated
And a song for David
The underestimated
And a song for David
Inspired and the jaded
For the clown and the genius
And everything between us