My Accordion is shining
  in the light of the moon from the sky
  And I sit here alone and drinking
  with the windows and doors open wide
  My hand got tired an hour ago
  and the words on each sheet
  turned blank white
  no, there's no room in the this house
  for your company, dear
  maybe tomorrow
  you can come inside
    The preacher's turned to dictation
  'cause the lord has got letters to send
  There's nothing for me to believe in, either,
  I've just gone to trying to pretend
    And the rain is falling slowly
  like faltering drums outside
  and the weathermen are confused
  because they can never read the sky
  someday we may even be friends again
  and I hope just that thought is enough
  You're a weathered old prince
  and the state I'm in hopefully won't hurt
  our one night together that much
    Moon, shine, you're a lampshade
  For the drunken old bats and their evening
  Shine on, you'll forgive me
  For missing your last requiem
    I'm all alone this evening
  as I'm along almost every day
  and It's these sad-sack times that I miss them all
  but if they were here I'd wish them away
  If they'd send me a vase of flowers
  Or better yet those aborted hours
  Drunken hours of endless time left to die
  In everyone's memory but mine