I saw the lights of the Commodore Barry

From the deck of the ghost of the flower street ferry

And I felt the shock of an atom bomb

When the tired old city of Chester

Was draped and dying in my arms



For a while I was lost under the weight of remembering

Of how the sun would warmthe projects some mornings

When the birds were falling like winter's frozen rain

And I was all fingers numb holding a brown paper lunch

Twelve years old and already ashamed



Now soon I was floating over Highland Avenue

By my side was the Red Cross, the Pope and the President too

Yeah I had returned like I swore I would

To right some wrongs and sing my song

And share the luck that every man should



But when the fever broke and I awoke from the dream

I was passed out beside a jukebox siphoning gasoline

When my brother yanked me hard from the corner bar

And carried my drunk bones all the way home

draped and heavy in his arms