I Lost My One True Love. I

Sailin' 'round The World In A Dirty Gondola Oh, To Be Back In The Land Of Coca-cola!

I Was Lingering Out On The Pavement. There Was A Missing Person Inside Of Myself And I Needed To Find Him . . . I Felt Done For, An Empty Burned-out Wreck . . . Wherever I Am, I'm A '60s Troubadour, A Folk-rock Relic, A Wordsmith From Bygone Days, A Fictitious Head Of State From A Place Nobody Knows.

Praise Be To Nero's Neptune The Titanic Sails At Dawn And Everybody's Shouting "which Side Are You On?" And Ezra Pound And T.s. Eliot Fighting In The Captain's Tower While Calypso Singers Laugh At Them And Fishermen Hold Flowers.

Disillusioned Words Like Bullets Bark As Human Gods Aim For Their Mark.

Even I Don't Know What I'm Saying Most Of The Time.