Words and music: lou reed & john cale Andy its me, havent seen you in a while I wished I talked to you more when you were alive I thought you were self-assured when you acted shy Hello its me I really miss you, I really miss your mind I havent heard ideas like that in such a long, long time I loved to watch you draw and watch you paint But when I saw you last I turned away When billy name was sick and locked up in his room You asked me for some speed, I though it was for you Im sorry that I doubted your good heart Things always seem to end before they start Hello its me, that was a great gallery show Your cow wallpaper and your floating silver pillows I wish I paid more attention when they laughed at you Hello its me "pop goes pop artist," the headline said "is shooting a put-on, is warhol really dead? " You get less time for stealing a car I remember thinking as I heard my own record in a bar They really hated you, now all thats changed But I have some resentments that can never be unmade You hit me where it hurt I didnt laugh Your diaries are not a worthy epitaph Oh well now andy - guess weve got to go I hope some way somehow you like this little show I know its late in coming but its the only way I know Hello its me - goodnight andy... Goodbye, andy