I am not the type of dog. That could keep you waiting. For no good reason. Run a carbon-black test on my jaw. And you will find it's all been said before. I can swing my megaphone and long arm the rest. It's easier and better. To just beat it from the chest. Of desire. I could walk into this room. And the waves of conversation are enough. To knock you down in the undertow. So alone so alone in my life. Feed me banks of light. And hang your hairshirt on the lowest rung. It's a beautiful life. And I can hang my hairshirt. Away up high in the attic of the wrong dog's life chest. Or bury it at sea. All my life I've searched for this. Here I am here I am in your life. It's a beautiful life. My life. It's a beautiful life. Your life.