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