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