Field Commander Cohen

I knew you would notice how I stole this one
From right where everyone could see it
So be it, the beat poet said, it's all just stealing anyway.
You see, it's just the honesty with which you do it
That will make it all okay
And me with my despair to hear what could not be heard
Staring for meaning and straining for sound
And the rain that was coming down
I wanted to have known, but I could not go
I wanted to be gone, but I could not know
I wanted to bleed, but I was out of tears
And here's to you Field Commander Cohen
I owe an infinite number of rainy days under your spell
As I enlisted in your army of song
Of those who don't bow to know one
Fighting against all these tired men
That believe in nothing at all
Taking their cues from the clueless
And the heartless, disheartened and hardened
And when I knew no more
It was your voice I followed
And came upon the Tower of Song
And crashing into enemy lines
It was your hand that guided mine
And imparted with longing at heart
To play my part in this war
That really wasn't one at all
And when I knew no more
It was your score I followed
And knew that I didn't go wrong
So maybe it's not that much stealing
Maybe it's just borrowing
For a purpose we have to succeed
So here's to you Field Commander Cohen
I owe an infinite number of rainy days under your spell
I wish you well Field Commander Cohen