Words & music by paul simon      Couple in the next room   Bound to win a prize   They've been goin' at it all night long   Well I'm tryin' to get some sleep   But these motel walls are cheap   Lincoln duncan is my name   And here's my song, here's my song      My father was a fisherman   My mama was a fisherman's friend   And I was born in the boredom and the chowder   So when I reached my prime   I left my home in the maritimes   Headed down the turnpike for new england, sweet new england      Holes in my confidence   Holes in the knees of my jeans   It's left without a penny in my pocket   Oo-o wee i's about as   Destituted as a kid could be   And I wish I wore a ring   So I could hock it I'd like to hock it      A young girl in a parking lot   Was preaching to a crowd   Singin sacred songs and   Reading from the bible   Well I told her I was lost   And she told me all about the pentecost   And I seen that girl as the road to my survi-ival      Just later on the very same night   When I crept to her tent with a flashlight   And my long years of innocence ended   Well she took me to the woods sayin'   "here comes somethin' and it feels so good!"   And just like a dog I was befriended   I was befriended      Oh, oh, what a night   Oh what a garden of delight   Even now that sweet memory lingers   I was playin' my guitar   Lying underneath the stars   Just thankin' the lord for my fingers   For my fingers