Futon Song

I tripped on mushrooms for half a week

And it all came down to

Me on the futon

Asking myself how you could have run away from me

How could you run away from me?

How could that precious feeling have run away from me?

I took the F-train to the G-train

and the G-train to the L-train

And riding through the Reconstruction

There was nothing I could care about but

How you could have run away from me

Driving 90 on the BQE

And From BQE to FDR

And back to brooklyn again

From the place where they work

To the place where I live

Back and forth on the bridge

There was nothing in my head but

When and how you could have run away from me