There was a time
And there was a place
And there are memories.
And there was a girl
Such a beautiful girl
Her name was Melody.
She had a smile
Such a shining smile
Could light the city skies at night.
And all the late night clubbers say they can still remember the way she used to dance.
And Aubrey was her name.
We tripped the light and danced together to the moon,
But where was June.
No it never came around.
If it did it never made a sound,
Maybe I was absent or was listening to fast,
Catching all the words, but then the meaning going past,
But God I miss the girl,
And I'd go a thousand times around the world just to be
Closer to her than to me.
From this hour I ordain myself loos’d of limits and imaginary lines.
I was burned out from exhaustion buried in the hail
Poisoned in the bushes and blown out on the trail
Hunted like a crocodile ravaged in the corn
"Come in" she said
"I'll give you shelter from the storm".
I'm tired of fighting, so I'm demolished - that's the way
some make exhaustion a mode of expression and that's their way
I'm just a question knowing my answer I hope I'm wrong
but I know the answer it's four in the morning I'm right again and I'm chinatown
every normal man must be tempted, at times,
to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag,
and begin slitting throats.