Little Colonel

Dear little devil, how's tricks these days? I didn't write, didn't know what to say Do you still sleep with the sun in your face? Sheets wet from fever dreams force you awake Dear little colonel, one foot in the grave Fighting the war with an unsteady aim Is that the goal, to create your crusade With nothing for no one, so no one is saved Or safe? You never really say you will But never say you won't The world must be a funny place When you can't let go You can't ask for forgiveness if you think you must atone For what you know Dear little valentine, how is your nose? Keeping it clean? I sure doubt, but I hope How is your head, mister? How are your toes? Do you still miss me when nights get too cold? You never really say you do But never say you don't The world must be an awful place When you can't let go You can't see what you're made of if you think you're made of stone And all alone And every time you say you will You prove to me you won't Your world was such a lovely place Still, I can't let go I can't see what you're made of when you think you must atone For what you know And what you don't