Half Way There - Slapp Happy

He’s only half-way there, he’s only half-way there

Told me my fortune was enough for me

That I should rather be lying lonely in the houses that stand along the

river-side

Wearing nothing but the ruby bequeathed to me by him when he died

He’s only half-way there, he’s only half-way there

One look at his visage will tell you so

All you need to know is there in black & white, printed o his brow

He has told me why when where but he never told me how —

He’s only half-way there, he’s only half-way there

First time I turned and ran away from him —

I could not begin to feel the feelings that I felt he felt then

If he hadn’t disappeared in spring that year I’d have sent him home again

He’s only half-way there, he’s only half-way there

A large cortege of mourners all agree that it was really he

Huddled in a blanket, chewing on a ball-point pen

They stood him up against the wall & set him off again

Around the karmic wheel … big deal — you can’t get me that way

I read between the lines of the notice in the times & this is what they say:

He’s only half-way there, he’s only half-way there, half-way there, etc