I was in France or Switzerland In a store looking out on a cobblestone street Of a quaint village I received a toy xylophone in the mail That I’d been sent by David Bowie Saying to come visit him at his recording studio But it was a form letter With my name stamped on it Apparently he had sent many people The same xylophone with the same request Saying that he was working on a new record And anybody with some ideas Should come and visit him I thought Yeah He’ll take everybody’s ideas And then we’ll never hear from him again The more I pondered this The less benevolent the gift became And I looked closer and realized That it had been sent to me by mistake The package had actually been addressed To some wealthy people Because an elaborate note was attached Signed by his assistant Coco Then I realized the shop I was in Was actually a drug store I started to explore my surroundings And sat down with someone in the back It was David Byrne I was nervous As I didn’t know what to say To such a big star So I picked up a perfume bottle next to me That was shaped like the head of King Tut I showed it to him and I said Isn’t this neat? That seemed to break the ice And we then proceeded To drink the perfume From large tumblers full of crushed ice We were getting along very well And I noticed that the back of the store Was actually my grandmother’s house And I realized I was back in West Virginia Do you wanna go take a walk around the town? I asked him There’s lots of authentic old-fashioned country stuff we can look at He said: Okay And we went out of the house And outside was an endless maze of country stores Filled with dry goods and the like All stored in turn-of-the-century containers I lost David Byrne In my fascination for the surroundings And I did think of any ideas for that other David I decided right then and there That I was better off alone And would never speak to anyone named David again