A strange boy is weaving
A course of grace and havoc
On a yellow skateboard
Thru midday sidewalk traffic
And I want him to be manly
Just when I think he's foolish and childish
I catch my fool and my child
Needing love and understanding What a strange, strange boy
couldn't bring him to maturity
He still lives with his family
Even the war and the navy And clinging to his child
He keeps referring back to school days
His crazy wisdom holding onto something wild
Fidgeting and bullied
He asked me to be patient
Well I failed
"Grow up!" I cried
And as, the smoke was clearing he said
"Give me one good reason why!" What a strange, strange boy
He sees the cars as sets of waves
Sequences of mass and space
He sees the damage in my face
And we got drunk on alcohol We got high on travel
And on love the strongest poison and medicine of all
See how that feeling comes and goes
Like the pull of moon on tides
Now I am surf rising Now parched ribs of sand at his side
What a strange, strange boy
I gave him my warm body
I gave him clothes and jewelry
I gave him power over me A thousand glass eyes were staring
I found an old piano
In a cellar full of antique dolls
And sweet chords rose up in waxed New England halls
While the boarders were snoring
Under crisp white sheets of curfew
We were fire in the stiff.
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