He wears commitment Like a coat of arms A fragile weight For him to bear It's in the stricture Of her nascent charm That hangs between Them everywhere You slip Fate dances on a pliable line That keeps love apart From all that enmity could bare He feels the ache of her effulgent heart And so resolves to disappear
And so I carry on To Bayonne Bayonne Bayonne Where my anatomy Can sooner find alacrity To set me apart From it all For feeling far Too much Too young You slip Always be suspicious When they put their Arms around you And they tell you They're delighted To see you.