[Verse 1: Jay Watson]
This is a song
That I wrote when I was young
And I call it
The broken-hearted blues
The air
On that night
Was tempered like a knife
And the people
Wore the face masks of a clown
Don, he was long
Misshapen and forlorn
And his woman
Ran away without a smile
Days of the earth
Are unbroken, changeless turf
But the faces of the men are something else
Chasing wind as a boy
Was a spacious sexual toy
But baby
Now he's a toothless baggy man
When the hills of the sun
Make you feel that you are young
Get good now
And face your face to the wind
And this is a song
That I wrote when I was young
And I call it
The broken-hearted blues
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