This is an old song of mine that I am thinking about dusting off and starting to include in my live repertoire again
Away - Carl Nash
His head is made of napkins
And his mouth is full of toothpaste
He's got a sunny disposition
And his stomach's full of diamond rings
He's misleading his reflection
By looking the other way
Away, away
Away, away
She's folding up her napkin
And crumbling another dream
She's looking for the restroom
She doesn't want to cause a scene
She's confusing her companion
By leaning the other way
Away, away
Away, away
The dream is not enough
We need the comfort of another's loving touch
Machines are not enough
We need the comfort of a mother's tender touch