avec moi. a song?

down the road lives a butcher,
he's given all he's got.
so now he's sitting crying,
and now he's feeling lost.

but his wife is fair and pretty,
his children smart and strong.
and this wife, she can't figure
why her husband's face is long.

please don't ever sigh,
you wretch,
please don't ever cry.
i'll be all you wanted,
if all you want is a lie.
'cause all you'll get is a sigh,
my wretch,
searching for the meaning you'll never find.

the hippy in the courtyard
is smoking his old joint,
he used to be proactive,
but now he's lost the point.

and his van is old and faded,
in younger years he'd paint.
but now he's sad and lost,
and the world now seems faint.

please don't ever cry,
you jokester,
please don't ever lie,
and tell yourself it's over
unless you want another sigh.
'cause all you'll get is a cry,
jokester,
searching for things we cannot find.