Then came question and it was about time   The answer came back and it was long   The house it was built by so men in rhyme   But whatever came of his talented son      Who wrote me a dialogue set a tune   Always you told me of being alone   Except for the stories about God and you   And do you still live there, in Bufallo      They put up the walls, no more to say   Nobody stopped to ask why it was done   The stream was too far and the rains to high   So into the city the river did run   Because of the architect the buildings fell down   Smothered and drowned all the seeds that you sowed   I wish I was somewhere but not in this town   Maybe the ocean next time around      I seem to remember the face and the name   But if it's not you I don't care   I know of changes, but nothing would change you   To Theo the sailor who sings in his lair      Then I'll turn and he won't be there,   Dusky black windows to light the dark stair   Candles will nod in the musty air   Oh, with the flames for as many as the years