Jason Collett Henry's Song
He laughed at everything but the joke
Smoking that last cigarette refusing the blindfold
He made that kind of impression
Or was it nuisance, I don't know
Hopeless and romantic, drunk on the blood of love
A fool with intention though naturally blessed
His heart many times broken but never with regret
Always rash with wisdom outrageous and unkept
Talking like St.Francis in a very friendly woman's bed
With all the beauty, will all the beauty dug from the
dirt
He was happy, he was happy, he was the happiest man on
earth
Possesed with vision, eclipsed by lust
He fell from grace with abandon but was lifted up
He always went for the Madonna who was somewhat of a
whore
Or was it the whore who was some kind of Madonna
With all the beauty, will all the beauty dug from the
dirt
He was happy, he was happy, he was the happiest man on
earth
Righteous and holy, righteous and holy as a junkyard
sunflower
He was happy, he was happy, he was the happiest man on
earth
