Hello It's Me

Andy, it's me Haven't seen you in a while I wish I talked to you more when you were alive I thought you were self-assured when you acted shy Hello, it's me I really miss you, I really miss your mind I haven't heard ideas like that For such a long, long time I love to watch you draw and watch you paint But when I saw you last, I turned away When Billy Name was sick and locked up in his room You asked me for some speed I thought it was for you I'm sorry if I doubted your good heart Things always seem to end before they start Hello, it's me That was a great gallery show Your cow wallpaper and your floating silver pillows I wish I paid more attention when they laughed at you Hello, it's me "Pop goes pop artist", the headline said "Is shooting a put-on? Is Warhol really dead?" You get less time for stealing a car I remember thinking as I heard my own record in a bar They really hated you, now all that's changed But I have some resentments that can never be unmade You hit me where it hurt, I didn't laugh Your diaries are not a worthy epitaph Well, now, Andy, I guess we've gotta go I wish someway, somehow, you like this little show I know this is late in coming but it's the only way I know Hello, it's me Goodnight, Andy Goodbye, Andy