I had my doors wide open in downtown Toronto
when I had a big old house, at 106 Bedford rd.
way back in 1971, this all seems like yesteryears,
thousands of people have been there, big parties
just about every night, the fridge wide open, full house.
Not that I was rich or anything, but that was my thing,
I had too many friends, I stopped counting, I loved them all.
This lasted eight years, I shared my home with whoever
no need to guess, eventually I had to give up everything
this was painful friends, not that everyone was abusive
Some started a hierarchy around me which was a pity.
They stuck to my home as though I was their best friend
they turned out to be the buggers, and their entourage
a cynical lot, they thought of me as a sucker, moochy moo..
If you are a giver without a cause, this is what happens
less you do not have a place, and only give anonymously
but then I had an address and a reputation so to speak.
I was terribly bugged, the charmers were the big takers
I became a celebrity, Vensan la Grand, Vince the Prince.
I have had no place of my own since, do not care for it
what I mean to say is, if I did I would be the same way
but no way, I do not wish to be the one to discriminate
but in cyberspace I can still share in here and there
I make no commitments, here and now is all I care.
Hereafter I'll most likely be, I do not even know where.
The only expectation I have, is not to have expectations.