Next Time Around

"Then came question and it was about time The answer came back and it was long The house it was built by so men in rhyme But whatever came of his talented son Who wrote me a dialogue set a tune Always you told me of being alone Except for the stories about God and you And do you still live there, in Buffalo They put up the walls, no more to say Nobody stopped to ask why it was done The stream was too far and the rains to high So into the city the river did run Because of the architect the buildings fell down Smothered and drowned all the seeds that you sowed I wish I was somewhere but not in this town Maybe the ocean next time around I seem to remember the face and the name But if it's not you I don't care I know of changes, but nothing would change you To Theo the sailor who sings in his lair Then I'll turn and he won't be there, Dusty black windows to light the dark stair Candles will nod in the musty air Oh, with the flames for as many as the years "