Allen baby, why so jaded
have the boys all grown up and their beauty faded?
Billy, what a saint they've made you
just like Mary down in Mexico on All Souls' Day
you chose your words from mouths of
babes got lost in the wood
cool junk booting madmen, street minded girls
in Harlem howling at night
what a tear stained shock of the world
you've gone away without saying
saying goodbye...
