Lament for Hevymeatil

(noooo) The food bowl is sitting dry and cold

A quiet story that's never told

Where did you run off into the rain?

Leaving me here with all of this pain

(where are you)

Come back home, my little friend

This silence has got to end

I'm calling out your name in the dark Waiting for that familiar

spark

I hear a phantom scratch at the door

But there is nothing on the floor

Just a toy mouse under the chair

And your soft calico fur in the air I

still look

for you every night (every night) Underneath the pale street light