Where's the boy I used to know?
His future's on the radio!
All those girls could come and go
I was there.

The boy I met a long ago-
strange haircut and a glow
but me I oriented slow
Silly.

but you remembered and I came
but all was left a torch and cane
would not hurri
cane.

the boy is cold like circus fire
the girl from somewhere-iron wire
echoes distant
hearts are churned.