When Mr Jenker puts his hand in mine
There are ideas he understands artistically
For us eternity lasted 10 years
But his hand disappeared with time
When Mr Jenker talks, I listen to him
Inside of me and in everything I do, lives his essence
I live, suffer, write just like he does
Without Mr Jenker it will be hard
And when fear haunted me, he was there for me
And when hunger made me sick, he was my medic
Never again will he teach me how to fly
I like to think of this strange guy
So I carry his feeling through your little world
Philosophies that today seem like they are my own
I live, suffer, write just like he does
Without Mr Jenker it will be hard
I live, suffer, write just like he does
I am missing this strange guy a lot