a sugar pop dropped down the delivery slot cause he loaded it up when i was there to buy some strings certain times like these mean everything to me tommy looked up at his novelty clock he stopped and locked up the shop to play a piece he turned and talked to me til i would have to leave he said young boy gotta let it fly there s a song in your lung and a dream in your eye don t you beg for bread when there s so much more you can dream the whole damn store there ll be many a night when you can t find food from the long road home to the hotel room but don t forget that i always believed in you good on you boy good on me good on you a cigarette shot to the marigold pot as they wished me good luck i shut the door and crossed the street every couple weeks i would check in just to see to bishop in shock picked the telephone up put my cigarette cough and said oh man it s good to hear from you would not believe but tommy had to leave hey there boy go ahead and fly say hello to your mom in the midnight sky i won t forget that you always believed in me cause many a night when i can t find food take a look at me now man i m playing my tunes i won t forget you cause you were good to me good on you boy hell good on me but good on you