Farewell Typewriter lyrics

Farewell, typewriter,

now you've gone away.

Overdemanding and underfed

to visions unheard of in any bed.

I checked my mailbox, 

but you weren't inside.

Would calling be trouble? 

I bet it would be.

Please greet the angel with courtesy.

Full color pictures 

of a black and white world,

a slow dissolve 

as a new scene's unfurled.

I'm tired, so tired 

my jaw won't move,

never providing a method to prove

that we love typewriter

more than she'll know.

Searching through cupboards 

to reprobate

the evil bestowed her 

when she was eight.

No dollar signs in her asterisk face.

Now just a hyphen and I can't replace.

Farewell, typewriter.

I love typewriter

more than he'll know.

Who said that being 

in one place was dull?

I never answered 

when my arms were full.

I'm never competing 

with history again.

I'm never to write 

on typewriter, my friend.