My Goodness

My goodness, my grace, the smile on my face
My caution I threw to the wind
My spirit, my body, my sunglasses case
And other things missing within
My feelings, my flip-flops
Guitar picks and cash
Friendship and possibly love
Have all been dissolved
Or they're missing, at least
Along with my snowmobile glove

My screwdriver dropped from the side of the boat
My ticket from seeing the Stones
My memory, parts of it no longer float
The payments for all of my loans
My Stan Rogers tape - did I leave that in France?
And the keys to my bicycle lock
I forgot in my pocket and then lost my pants
Along with the mate to this sock

Along with my mate whom I lost by mistake
Or was it myself that I lost?
I just can't remember, how much did I make?
Should I have kept track of the cost?
Should I have kept going, or stopped to take stock?
Should I have looked twice before leaving?
Well, just one more look would be all that it took
But then looks are so Goddamned deceiving.


This song depends heavily on my favourite literary technique, bathos: the sudden drop from the sublime to the ridiculous.

There is an alternate version where "flip-flops" is "roach-clips" and "Stan Rogers" is "Jethro Tull."

The song ends with an entire verse played instrumentally. I didn't realize for years that doing that amounted to a clever joke - it's as if there's a forgotten last verse.