Walk Amongst His Ruins

So many people analyse , try to understand

Some people laugh and denigrate, dismiss him out of hand

I have lived in wonder, at his ramblin' and his doings

Just for one day, I'd like to walk amongst his ruins

Some take him very seriously, and never got the joke

And never see the truth, in all the fun he pokes poke poke

Since I was a boy, and heard the strange crooning

And just for one day, I'd like to walk amongst his ruins

Painful things laid bare in a simple turn of phrase

Like a faithful friend you've never met, you've known him all your days

Sometimes as I drive along, he grates on my ears

Other times he catches me, reduces me to tears

Yes I have lived in wonder, at his ramblings and his doings

Just for one day, I'd like to walk amongst his ruins

Such a naughty, naughty boy, as boys often are

Although he so elusive, he's never very far

Last time I saw him can't remember what I was doing

I just recall thinking, what a brilliant ruin