On my own

It wasn’t me

I was born in Nineteen Eighty-Two

A borrowed joke blew new

As I climbed the smallest mountain

All the time I thought of you

Dreaming of the Banner spangled

Just like that Free Bluebird, too

There’s people over there

At the Centre of it All

That’s where we’re going

You take me by the hand

This Better Day

So glad you spent it with me

Under that bridge downtown

And I’m still so afraid

About I-MAN