Broken Hearted Blues

[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