The Gift The Velvet Underground

Waldo Jeffers had reached his limit
It was now mid-August, which meant he had been separated from Marsha for more than two months
Two months, and all he had to show was three dog-eared letters and two very expensive long-distance phone calls
True, when school had ended and she'd returned to Wisconsin, and he to Locust, Pennsylvania
She had sworn to maintain a certain fidelity
She would date occasionally, but merely as amusement
She would remain faithful

But lately Waldo had begun to worry
He had trouble sleeping at night
And when he did, he had horrible dreams
He lay awake at night
Tossing and turning underneath his pleated quilt protector
Tears welling in his eyes as he pictured Marsha
Her sworn vows overcome by liquor and the smooth soothings of some Neanderthal
Finally submitting to the final caresses of sexual oblivion
It was more than the human mind could bear

Visions of Marsha's faithlessness haunted him
Daytime fantasies of sexual abandon permeated his thoughts
And the thing was, they wouldn't understand how she really was
He, Waldo, alone understood this
He had intuitively grasped every nook and cranny of her psyche
He had made her smile
She needed him, and he wasn't there (Aw)