The Art of Asking; or, How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Let People Help

I lost my wallet

I lost my wallet

And I’m lost, dear

I swear I had it

I had it on me when we got here

Let’s go to Vegas

Let’s get a karaoke back room

I’ll never find it

I wanna shout into the vacuum:

That nothing’s ever lost forever

It’s just caught inside the cushions of your couch

And when you find it

You’ll have such a nice surprise

Nothing’s ever lost forever

It’s just hiding in the recess of your mind

And when you need it

It will come to you at night

Oh!

I miss the yellow

I miss the yelling and the shakedown

I’m not complaining

I got a better set of knives now

I miss my drummer

My dead stepbrother

And the pit crowd

And Chuck and Matty…

If they could see me, they’d be so proud

But nothing’s ever lost forever

It’s just caught inside the cushions of your couch

And when you find it

You’ll have such a nice surprise

Nothing’s ever lost forever

It’s just hiding in the recess of your mind

And when you need it

It will come to you at night

Oh!

The wake is over

We gotta leave because they said so

I want to tell you

I want to tell you

But you’re dead, so…

Golden light

So way up high

So wave good-bye

Tonight you’ll find:

That no one’s ever lost forever

When they die they go away

But they will visit you occasionally

(Do not be afraid)

No one’s ever lost forever

They are caught inside your heart

If you garden them and water them

They

make

you

what

you

are