Tiff Jimber Follow

Knew you for six years
Met you on a California day
You were from Michigan
You were so kind

And when camp was over
We promised we would write
You traveled the world
You saw all the sights

I caught up on where you'd been
You saw the great wall
The jungles of Thailand
The Brooklyn Bridge
You say it all

I have a gig next week, aren't you gonna come?

You're home was in the hills with the stars
Mine at the world famous zoo
And we'd jam for hours
When you drove on through

I still have your books
I play every while
How little they were worth
Now they're all I have

I have a gig next week, aren't you gonna come?

You loved music you wouldn't let it die
You loved animals converted to vegan
While I ordered a steak
With a side of fries

I saw you at the cafe
I sat by the fire
And you strummed all of my tunes
And you came to see me play in the smoke filled rooms

I have a gig next week, aren't you gonna come?

I don't believe that you died
I hear you playing They Might Be Giants
"I am the entertainer, and I know just where I stand.