An eight ball   And two and all   Is how I measure the length that I must go   To outrun you standing still      A soft flight   And such delight   A nervous gesture that dropped me to my knees   Now I wonder where you are tonight      A hard fall   And through it all   I never felt so callous         A cut sleeve   And to believe   And once again I walked home alone      This old world counts for nothing   I did all I could do   Now I won't accept your blessing   On this, our final night   Won't live to see the light   Of morning      So I cling to apron strings   As I recall my father's dying words   "Some girls are sweet, some girls are wicked"         From this tree comes ???   An ugly cloister of flat foot bookish boys   Who'd as soon kick you as kiss you      [Chorus]