Then came question and it was about time
 The answer came back and it was long
 The house it was built by so men in rhyme
 But whatever came of his talented son

 Who wrote me a dialogue set a tune
 Always you told me of being alone
 Except for the stories about God and you
 And do you still live there, in Bufallo

 They put up the walls, no more to say
 Nobody stopped to ask why it was done
 The stream was too far and the rains to high
 So into the city the river [bad word] 
 Because of the architect the buildings fell down
 Smothered and drowned all the seeds that you sowed
 I wish I was somewhere but not in this town
 Maybe the ocean next time around

 I seem to remember the face and the name
 But if it's not you I don't care
 I know of changes, but nothing would change you
 To Theo the sailor who sings in his lair

 Then I'll turn and he won't be there,
 Dusky black windows to light the dark stair
 Candles will nod in the musty air
 Oh, with the flames for as many as the years