Took a bus to New York in '67
Left a child behind me with a loving family
Got to Brooklyn in my winter coat
Went looking for friends and a new life, I suppose
The first time I saw you, you were sleeping
You looked so beautiful, like an angel from heaven
Just kids, hungry half the time
Pulling dirty pictures out of magazines
Just kids, reading Rimbaud
You'd say, "Patti, play me something I can dance to"
"Well, Robert, that's just what I'm gonna do
"My beautiful boy"
We were lovers for a while, friends forever
Everything we had we shared with each other
Lived at the Chelsea in that magic time
There's nothing left now but legends, songs and lies
You took photographs, I used words
We did our best to be heard
Oh, just kids, hungry half the time
Pulling dirty pictures out of magazines
Just kids, reading Rimbaud
You'd say, "Patti, play me something I can dance to"
"Well, Robert, that's just what I'm gonna do
"My beautiful boy
"My beautiful boy"
The night you died, I was sleeping
When I woke, I knew that you were gone
Your brother phoned me to say
He kissed you goodbye one last time from me
The morning was cold, the TV was on
A woman from long ago singing a song
Just kids, all grown up now
Grey-haired and thinking about the old days
Just kids, reading Rimbaud
You'd say "Patti, play me something I can dance to"
"Well, Robert, that's just what I'm gonna do
"My beautiful boy
"My beautiful boy"
