love staggers on crooked paths
w blind eyes and numb hands
As everything against him it seems
Is it any wonder that cry is like rain and pain

They talk money, through the early morn
and the dowsy breeze outside
and the rolling sun in my hand they say
is none of our business

Cheaper cornflakes I ve dreamt once
And the sightless pictures all agreed
from afar
Drowsy evening I ve prayed too
Oh glory of the heroes, Stars of the past
Walking down LA avenue with sunglasses


We ve waited for a storm that didn t come
and the fruits on the tree, and the song of the bee
have decayed and corrupt
Rotten air pinching at