Busy Man

Busy man - - - - - - - - - You walk with your head down As if you are busy thinking all alone When asked where to, you feel embarrassed Making agile wrinkles on your busy forehead Wonderful are your steps to watch to the last When you walk real fast and get me past You feel riddled with a sigh of regret When I come before your burning cigarette I sometimes wonder what you are What makes you move, speak, think and cheer? Must be made of something amazing And the potential in you is astounding Busy? For what, just wonder a moment It's funny when I am apprised of the reason of it You cry out to your lover Are you there? But she is not there You are now a face wreathed in hopes Praying and toiling for love dopes And you are on your own all alone Walking with your head down When asked to stop a bit You say I am having fish to fry and on assignment So disturb me not as I am busy, busy, busy.... Yes you must be busy with your love being crazy