My dear Emma,I had an early risin'
I slept for dreams but gathered none
I saw a light upon the horizon
it could have been the mornin' sun
I remember paddlin' in the uptown fountain
and other follies,they can't be undone
we wasted words and time about them
to heal the wounds will take us twice as long

The glass it scattered and the blood it spattered
and the arguments were thin
we were danger toour persons
and a worry to our next of kin