I have come to you with a matter of grave import
My only friend, you must give me your report
We are the last two survivors of an untold disaster
Your shipwrecked son is diminishing faster
(And spiders have eaten the Dominican pastor)
Looking through the glass to the other side
We must decide if and when and/or where we will hide
Political tension has divided the nation
Unusual creatures prevent concentration
Now's not the time for that big celebration
I am your friend, John Gravy
(This dream has trapped me, father
I will continue to decrease in size
Into the floorboards of this vessel)
My friend, let me tell you of my philosophical beliefs
Due to our situation, it will have to be quite brief
We are not the only ones who have souls in this world
Our fates intersect'd around others are twirled
And in the end all our beautiful things will unfurl
I am your friend, John Gravy
(As I descend through the grain, father
I can hear as you knock on the door
of this mighty bouyant tree)
Tell me, John Gravy
What do you see?
I am your friend but I'm not really me