O Crown of Light, O Darkened One,  I never thought we’d meet.  You kiss my lips, and then it’s done:  I’m back on Boogie Street.    A sip of wine, a cigarette,  And then it’s time to go.  I tidied up the kitchenette;  I tuned the old banjo.  I’m wanted at the traffic-jam.  They’re saving me a seat.  I’m what I am, and what I am,  Is back on Boogie Street.    And O my love, I still recall  The pleasures that we knew;  The rivers and the waterfall,  Wherein I bathed with you.  Bewildered by your beauty there,  I’d kneel to dry your feet.  By such instructions you prepare  A man for Boogie Street.    O Crown of Light, O Darkened One…    So come, my friends, be not afraid.  We are so lightly here.  It is in love that we are made;  In love we disappear.  Tho’ all the maps of blood and flesh  Are posted on the door,  There’s no one who has told us yet  What Boogie Street is for.    O Crown of Light, O Darkened One,  I never thought we’d meet.  You kiss my lips, and then it’s done:  I’m back on Boogie Street.    A sip of wine, a cigarette,  And then it’s time to go . . .