My Accordion is shining
 in the light of the moon from the sky
 And I sit here alone and drinking
 with the windows and doors open wide
 My hand got tired an hour ago
 and the words on each sheet
 turned blank white
 no, there's no room in the this house
 for [bad word]  dear
 maybe tomorrow
 you [bad word] inside

 The preacher's turned to dictation
 'cause the lord has got letters to send
 There's nothing for me to believe in, either, 
 I've just gone to trying to pretend

 And the rain is falling slowly 
 like faltering [bad word] outside
 and the weathermen are confused
 because they can never read the sky
 someday we may even be friends again
 and I hope just that thought is enough
 You're a weathered old prince
 and the state I'm in hopefully won't hurt
 our one night together that much

 Moon, shine, you're a lampshade
 For the [bad word] old bats and their evening
 Shine on, you'll forgive me
 For missing your last requiem

 I'm all alone this evening
 as I'm along almost every day
 and It's these sad-sack times that I miss them all
 but if they were here I'd wish them away
 If they'd send me a vase of flowers
 Or better yet those aborted hours
 [bad word] hours of endless time left to die
 In everyone's memory but mine