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