Dear Allan

Dear Allan
I hear you made the trip
Was it a gash or a cut
Or maybe just a prick
For all the money in the world
For all the girls and all the fame
It’s enough to make you sick
Dear Allan
I hear you lose yourself on a whim
I hear that when you write
You don’t know how or where the words come from
You just feel it from within
And dear Allan
I hope you’re really ready for
I hope you’re really ready for
I hope you’re really ready for
Ready for the love, for the hate
For the death that doesn’t wait
And for your soul, for them to take
I hope you’re ready for
Dear Allan
Oh, my sweet Allan