Walk Amongst His Ruins

So many people analyse , try to understand
Some people laugh and denigrate, dismiss him out of hand
I have lived in wonder, at his ramblin' and his doings
Just for one day, I'd like to walk amongst his ruins

Some take him very seriously, and never got the joke
And never see the truth, in all the fun he pokes poke poke
Since I was a boy, and heard the strange crooning
And just for one day, I'd like to walk amongst his ruins

Painful things laid bare in a simple turn of phrase
Like a faithful friend you've never met, you've known him all your days
Sometimes as I drive along, he grates on my ears
Other times he catches me, reduces me to tears

Yes I have lived in wonder, at his ramblings and his doings
Just for one day, I'd like to walk amongst his ruins

Such a naughty, naughty boy, as boys often are
Although he so elusive, he's never very far
Last time I saw him can't remember what I was doing
I just recall thinking, what a brilliant ruin