And the moment will come when composure returnsPut a face on the world, turn your back to the wallAnd you walk twenty yards with your head in the airDown the Liberty Hill, where the fashion brigade Look with curious eyes on your raggedy wayAnd for once in your life you've got nothing to sayAnd could this be the time when somebody will come?To say, "Look at yourself, you're not much use to anyone" Take a walk in the park, take a Valium pillRead the letter you got from the memory girlBut it takes more than this to make sense of the dayYeah, it takes more than milk to get rid of the taste And you trusted to this, and you trusted to thatAnd when you saw it all come, it was waving the flagOf the United States of Calamity, heyAfter all that you've done, boy, I know you're going to pay In the morning you come to the ladies' salonTo get all fitted out for The Paperback ThroneBut the people are living far away from the placeWhere you wanted to help, you're a bit of a waste And the puzzle will last 'till somebody will say"There's a lot to be done while your head is still young"If you put down your pen, leave your worries behindThen the moment will come and the memory will shine Now the trouble is over, everybody got paidEverybody is happy, they are glad that they cameThen you go to the place where you've finally foundYou can look at yourself, sleep the clock around

Is it wicked not to care when they say that you're mistakenThinking hopes and lots of dreams that aren't there?Is it wicked not to care when you've wasted many hoursTalking endlessly to anyone that's there? I know the truth awaits meBut still I hesitate because of fear Skipping tickets, making rhymes, is that all that you believe in?Wearing rags to make you pretty by designRusting armor for effect, it's not fun to watch the rust growFor it will all be over when you're dead Counting acts and clutching thoughts by the river where the moss growsOver rocks, the water running all the timeIs it wicked when you smile even though you feel like crying?Even though you could be sick at any time But if there was a sequelWould you love me as an equal?Would you love me 'till I'm dead? But if there was a sequelWould you love me as an equal?Would you love me 'till I'm dead? And if there was a sequelWould you love me as an equal?Would you love me 'till I'm dead?Or is there someone else instead?

Seymour SteinI've been lonelyCaught a glimpse of someone's faceIt was mine and I'd been crying Half a world awayTicket for a planeRecord company manI won't be coming to dinner My thoughts are far awayI'm working on that dayNorth country girlI think she's going to stay Promises of famePromises of fortuneLA to New YorkSan Francisco back to Boston Has he ever seen Dundee?Won't he hire a limousine?Seymour, send her back to me I heard dinner went wellYou liked Chris' jacketHe reminded you of JohnnyBefore he went electronic Seymour SteinSorry I missed youHave a nice flight homeIt's a good day for flying

If you want me I'll be there, a boy to deal with all your problemsBut part of the deal is for you to feel somethingIf you want me, look me up, I don't exist in usual placesSubtle as the wind is grey If you want me, you know where I am, I saw your arms in a dreamAnd there were blue veins blue, blue veinsIf you want me, all you have to do is ask a thousand questionsTriplicate and file under "simple things you ask to make a young boy sigh" A young boy sighA young boy sighA young boy sigh