Mr. Updike

[Verse 1]
Mr. Updike, John
Does your rabbit run?
With your brushed-back hair
So cool and so debonair
Finish what you started, and it makes me sad
To think of how few friends you had
Were you broken-hearted?

[Verse 2]
You were at your best
Sitting at your desk
New sentence in your head, yeah
The everyday world was dead
How could it compare?
I look into your eyes
Could we have been friends, you and I?
Talk about the writer's life

[Bridge]
How did it feel?
How did it make you feel?
How did it feel?
How did it make you feel?
How did it feel?
How did it make you feel?
Hmm
How did it feel?
How did it make you feel?

[Guitar Solo]
Hmm, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ah, ah, ah

[Verse 3]
Running out of cigarettеs
Or ideas first
Ashes falling to the floor
Morе missing
Open-mouth kissing
Tell me, John
Was anyone listening?
Were you a friend of Upton Sinclair?
Or were you merely unaware?
Tell me 'bout the words you heard
This may sound absurd
Was it from God
Or something that you overheard?
Just one of us
Late catching the bus
Were they secrets that you couldn't entrust?
Your old friend
Mr. Smith-Corona
Oh John, it would have been so good to know ya, yeah