Legendary Afterparty

We bought a six-pack and headed to the Austin Motel
Stars were aligned between heaven and hell
The door was open, we sat on the floor
You rolled those cigarettes like you'd been to war

You told me how you met Andy Warhol when you arrived on the New York scene
I may not remember everything just right
I was more impressed by the music you had played that night
You said that songs were what the world needed
That you liked those singers that really mean it!

You don't even say that you ain't going back to rehab
You kept that pretty silent
Guess I wasn't meant to know

Your mouth was aching, you said it would be alright
You travelled alone and your girlfriend cried at night
Forsaken talents feel so sorry for themselves
I felt sorry for you and all your shame

I told you to shut it, to stop complaining
I felt like beating you up with your guitar
But you had your reasons and now you are gone
You are still my hero, if I ever had one

You don't even say that you ain't going back to rehab
You kept that pretty silent
Guess I wasn't meant to know

It takes a great man to go the way you did
My picture of you is when you played your "Dirt Floor" music
The crowd was electric and you stomped your feet
The whole place was shaking, I had never seen anything like it