Ninety Four

Wouldn't it be great, to fall like fresh snow, tumble in the rain, say it's not a ruse, a dream of passed night's gone, playing homesick blues, don't worry about gain, at supper ask for bones, stumble on how to pay, forget how much we owe, or the need to show, we'll polish up the jewels, always lie in state, spit upon the loans, celebrate what remains, we can never lose, or say we've been let down, it's only what we do, your earrings hang ornate, in rooms where flowers grow, champagne cognac to chase, it's all ours you know.