By the second verse, dear friends
My head will burst, my life will end
So I'd like to start this one off by saying

"Live and love"

I was young and at home in bed

And I was hanging on the words some poem said in '31
I was impressionable, I was upsettable


I tried to make my breathing stop
Or my heartbeat slow
So when my mom and John came in I would be cold


From a bridge on Washington Avenue
The year of 1972, broke my bones and skull

And it was memorable

It was half a second in, I was halfway down

Do you think I wanted to turn back around and teach a class
Where you kiss the $$# that I've exposed to you?


And at the funeral, the university
Cried at three poems they'd present
In place of a broken me


I was breaking in a case of suds at the Brass Rail
A fall-down drunk with his tongue torn out

And his balls removed

And I knew that my last lines were gone

While, stupidly, I lingered on
Oh, but wise men know when it's time to go
And so I should, too


And so I fly into the brightest winter sun
Of this frozen town, I'm stripped down to move on

My friends, I'm gone

Well, I hear my father fall

And I hear my mother call
And I hear the others all whispering, "Come home"
I'm sorry to go

I loved you all so
But this is the worst trip I've ever been on


So hoist up the John B. sail
See how the mainsail sets
I'm full in my heart and my head

And I want to go home
With a book in my hand
In the way I had planned

Well, this is the worst trip I've ever been on

Hoist up the John B. sail

See how the mainsail sets
I'm full in my heart and my head
And I want to go home

With a book in each hand
In the way I had planned
Well, I feel so broke up, I want to go home