No more nights
spent wandering the streets in the rain
searching for soul and maturity
spirituality and sanity
You are nearly forgotten now
Just a bad taste in my mouth
I was over your Cyprus reminiscing
and your red indian ramblings
Your cavalry cap has been dumped
your steel strings and guitar gone
The originals must stink now
like the memory of sunglasses, incense and red lights
Say goodbye to the mother and father
and hurray to the cream concrete walls
the wire wove mattress won't scream in agony,
as you toss and turn, anymore
Go home to your roots
where the bikes are companions
but don't forget to send the
25 bucks I lent you
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