We speak in the store   I'm a sensitive bore   You seem markedly more   And I'm oozing suprise.      But it's late in the day   And you're well on your way   What was golden went gray   And I'm suddenly shy.      And the gathering floozies   Afford to be choosy   And all sneezing darkly   In the dimming divide.      I have read the right books   To interpret your looks   You were knocking me down   With the palm of your eye.      Na na na na na na na na na na   Na na na na na na na na na na   Na na na na na na na na      This is unlike the story   It was written to be   I was riding its back   When it used to ride me.      And we were galloping manic   To the mouth of the source   We were swallowing panic   In the face of its force.      And I am blue,   I am blue, and unwell.   Made me bolt like a horse.      Na na na na na na na na na na   Na na na na na na na na na na   Na na na na na na na na      Now it's done.   Watch it go.   You've changed some.   Water runs from the snow.      Am I so dear?   Do I run rare?   And you've changed some   Peach, plum, pear.   Peach, plum