I saw you at the police station and it breaks my heart to say. Your eyes had wandered off to something distant cold and grey. I guess you didn’t see it coming someone’s gotten used to slumming. Dreaming of the golden yearsI see you had to change careers. Far away but we both know its somewhere. I saw you on the back page of some pre press yesterday. The drip wood in your eyes had nothing short of love for pain. I know you from another picture of someone with the most convictions. We used to read the funny papers fooled around and pulled some capers. Not today send a message to her. A message that I’m coming coming to pursue her. Tell your country I rest my face on your bed. I got you ten times over I’ll chase you down ’til you’re dead.