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