Grace Cathedral hill All wrapped in bones of setting sun All dust and stone and moribund I paid twenty-five cents to light A little white candle For a New Year's Day I sat and watched it burn away Then turned and weaved Through slow decay We were both a little hungry So we went to get hot dog
Down to Hyde Street Pier The light was slight and disappeared The air it stunk of fish and beer We heard a Superman trumpet Play the national anthem
And the world may be long for you But'll never belong to you But on a motorbike When all the city lights Blind your eyes tonight Are you feeling better now?
Some way to greet the year: Your eyes all bright and Brim with tears The pilgrims, pills, and tourists here Will sink fifty-three bucks to buy A brand new halo
Sweet on a green-eyed girl All fiery Irish clip and curl All brine and piss and vinegar I paid twenty-five cents to light A little white candle
And the world may be long for you But'll never belong to you But on a motorbike When all the city lights Blind your eyes tonight Are you feeling better now?
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