Dear Allan - Allan Rayman

Dear Allan

I hear you made the trip

Was it a gash or a cut

Or maybe just a prick

For all the money in the world

For all the girls and all the fame

It’s enough to make you sick

Dear Allan

I hear you lose yourself on a whim

I hear that when you write

You don’t know how or where the words come from

You just feel it from within

And dear Allan

I hope you’re really ready for

I hope you’re really ready for

I hope you’re really ready for

Ready for the love, for the hate

For the death that doesn’t wait

And for your soul, for them to take

I hope you’re ready for

Dear Allan

Oh, my sweet Allan