See that big blue note, Over there on the counter? You don't wanna read that thing, man, It's a real get-you-downer. But don't you dare say nothin' else, Bad about her: she's gone. No, no, no, no, don't, don't throw it away, 'Cause tonight, I might need it. It gets real lonely around here at night some times, An' I have to read read it. Besides, you can show it to the boys down town, They won't believe that she's gone. There used to be a time I was all she ever wanted. All the man that she'll ever need. I come home to find, just like that, she's up an' vanished. An' the only thing she left behind for me: Is this big blue note, Folded up in my pocket. Yeah, don't laugh: it's been two months; I still got it. Sometimes I have to read the sucker twice, Just to make sure I ain't forgot that she's gone. You know, my psychiatrist said: "Tell me, what do you see, "When you look at these inkspots, "Of, er, reds, yellows an' greens?" You know, I looked at 'em all, But they all looked to me like big blue notes. There used to be a time I was all she ever wanted. All the man that she'll ever need. I come home to find, just like that, she's up an' vanished. An' the only thing that's left to do for me: Is stand high on this cliff, Overlooking the sea. With my big blue notepaper aeroplane, That I just set free. An' I'm gonna wait here a few more minutes, An' if it don't come back to me: You guessed it: she's gone. Crash landing. Bye bye, baby.