broken-hearted blues

this is a song

that i wrote when i was young

and i call it

the broken hearted blues

the air on that night

was tempered like a knife

and the people wore the face masks of a clown

don he was long

mis-shapen and forlorn

and his woman ran away without a smile. days of the earth

are unbroken changeless turf

but the faces of the men are something else. in the wind

as a boy

was a spacious sexual toy

but baby

now he's a toothless baggy man

when the hills of the sun

make you feel that you are young

get good now

and face your face into the wind. this is a song

that i wrote when i was young

and i called it the broken hearted blues.