Friends in high places

Your multilingual business friend
has packed her bags and fled
Leaving only ash-filled ashtrays
and the lipsticked unmade bed

My eunuch friend has been and gone
He said that I must soldier on

And my friends will come, they'll see what I'm suffering from
How I wish, how I wish I could rock myself to sleep

When all my thoughts are spoken (save my last departing birds)
bring all my friends unto me and I'll strangle them with words

Tell all my friends back home
that I did it on my own
and that to their well-worn cares they should cling

There's a monkey riding on my back, been there for some time
He says he knows me very well but he's no friend of mine

It's not that I'm so cheerful, though I'll always raise a smile
and if at times my nonsense rhymes then I'll stand trial
My friends are all around me but they only breathe through fear
Were I to cry, I'm sure that still they'd never see a tear

I will meet you at the bottom of the sea
We will lie inside the ocean and sleep
Our friend the Arab will guide us while we dream
I will meet you at the bottom of the sea

And so you've made a nasty mess;
you have caused your mother great distress
They're bound to even up the score
you'll get no sweeties anymore
They'll give your friends a talking-to
persuade them not to play with you.

Well time may heal, and absence mend
We'll raise our glass to absent friends

She's got friends in high places, her picture's in Vogue
She's seen at the races and walking the dog
She swallows the camera, she follows the press
She covers the angles, she's dressed for success

A friend of mine told me
That you've found yourself a new man
I'm feelin' really good for you
Hope you understand

Keith Reid's song words for Procol Harum

Keith Reid's song words outside Procol Harum

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