i m going to sit on the porch and pick on my old guitar i m going to lay on my back and laugh at my lucky star and then i m going to fly away and never come back someday unless i thought i was going to land right close to where you are well if i thought anybody cared i d send back word strapped to the leg of a trans celestial bird i wonder if i really ever did leave how many would there be to grieve how would they react to the word well i wouldn t ever want to hurt a solitary soul i have still got all 6 foot 2 in control but when my obligation s low is a greasy uphill road and pleasing everybody but me is my first goal i want to sit on my porch and pick on my old guitar and just hope you re hanging loose where ever you are and for the joy you brought to me this song i sung for thee while i sit on my porch and pick on my old guitar