Room in the east invested with meanings   Open to none but the strange and the wild   Sunset encounters with destiny's chances   Envelopes marked for the personal life      Night falling, hiding the poets transgression   Blown in the winds of Aquarian tides   Echoed words spoken by token romantics   Rock 'n' roll Supermen, ghosts of new vice      Making love in strange autos whilst life?s ink   Sings always that love is swift arrows, my dear   Oh God, in some heaven whose number is seventeen   Dressed you in blue jeans this year   To torment my soul, oh, leave me alone      Rules to be broken by reckless and young men   Odes to be written by passions sick hand   Seeds to be sown on the rich fields of promise   Ends and beginnings that never quite meet      Nothing of value that hasn't yet vanished   Brown-eyed and wise as the feminine fates   Evening's sweet menace, revealing, inviting   Highways to paradise, gray lines of grace      Making love in strange autos whilst life?s ink   Sings always that love is swift arrows, my dear   Oh God, in some heaven whose number is seventeen   Dressed you in blue jeans this year   To torment my soul, oh, leave me alone