You were there,
I recall,
milk shaking to the beat
brown hair held by ribbons
when the rhythms tapped your feet
nine o'clock Friday, schoolhall social evening
talking with your hero from a hundred miles away
you walked a narrow road you surely would be leaving
looking back on yesterday
back in the pinball cafe where you sipped your coca cola
slower than I have ever seen again
life is such a mystery when you refuse to look it over
but life looked over you just like a friend
and there you were with your face painted and smiling
talking with another evening idol of the men
all the ones around you had found that they had found some new messiah
in the fire of a newfound friend
You stopped a while beside the stage,
and looked around in wonder,
I couldn't understand exactly what you meant,
and when you saw me I was screaming words of thunder,
all about a movie and a tent,
the old blue resting place had taken its toll of spaceman,
I had to tell myself there was nothing there for me
old men from the phoney opera house
getting by on buried treasure,
getting high on LSD
I returned again, to the memories friend,
that was in a palace sighing,
I was taken aback when I couldn't hear your name,
a torn worn out uniform hung from a coatstand
where had the nervous traveller from the city in the slacks gone?
where were all the people who took shelter from the rain?
i caught a glimpse of a mortal sin and then I turned my back on
looking back on yesterday
What's it all about anyway?
seems I look from all the awkward angles
was it so contemptible
lying under where the dagger dangled?
and if I could only get to you
I'd take you till tomorrow
and you could see the changes that were coming around yourself
and then before you turned me off
I'd give you something you could borrow
a page, a book, or a library shelf.
