Broken Hearted Blues

This is a song

That I wrote when I was young

And I call it

The Broken Hearted Blues

The air

On that night

Was tempted like a knife

And the people

Wanna face most of the ground

Don't leave us long

Misshapen and forlorn

And his woman

Ran away without a sound

Days of the earth

Are on broken, changeless turf

But the faces are now mad at something else

Chasing wind as a boy

Was a spacious extra toy

Well, my baby

Now he's a toothless bag of me

When the pills of the sun

Make you feel that you are young

Get in good now

And face your face to the wind

And this is a song

That I wrote when I was young

And I call it

The Broken Hearted Blues