The house it was built by so men in rhyme
Because of the architect the buildings fell down
Nobody stopped to ask why it was done
I seem to remember the face and the name
Smothered and drowned all the seeds that you sowed
Who wrote me a dialog set a tune
Dusky black windows to light the dark stair
To Theo the sailor who sings in his lair
Candles will nod in the musty air
Always you told me of being alone
Except for the stories about God and you
But whatever came of his talented son
They put up the walls, no more to say
I wish I was somewhere but not in this town
Then I'll turn and he won't be there
So into the city the river did run
The stream was too far and the rains to high
But if it's not you I don't care
I know of changes, but nothing would change you
Maybe the ocean next time around
And do you still live there, in Buffalo
