I fell out with my friend
At the time it didn't much bother me
I fell out with my baby
Now he's drinking out of some other faggot's bottle
You always felt safe
'Neath the awning of your early days
And the grandiose mazurkas
But beyond all those dolphins
Like swimming through your bloodstream
You loved dancing to the music, didn't you
Now kicking in this gray shaped room
Past the airport, Wood Island
The broken and the heavy and the blue
There's an end to the roughhousing
There's an end to the debauchery
The campaign to kill the sparrows
There's a word for loneliness
And there's a word for dizziness
And the freedom of throwing bottles in the street
And I swore then and out the door
And gonna take you to the marketplace
Gonna walk along the tracks till it gets dark
And how I'll scream I hate this train
On the gown that my mother made
Wasn't born to hold that babe in my arms
Always, always
All that I could've offered him leaning on them shelter doors
All that I could've offered him leaning on them shelter doors