I phoned you up from dallas

But your heart was still in marble

And your head

Was reckoning







Your friends are dis-compos-mentis

And like most in leather jackets are

Coveting

Reckoning

Reckoning







And you're sleeping with some hippie half-wit

Who thinks he's mr. mark smith

Reckoning

Beckoning

Reckoning







I'm left alone in europe

Consulting an atlas

Wandering

Wandering







And it's evil that you spark off

In disguise as basic truth

Listening

Listening

Listening

Reckoning

Reckoning

Beckoning

Reckoning


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