My friend David told me

The heart beats like a dream

Down there at the railway station

The Lights are turning green



That little black-robed Franciscan priest

Struts down  to ???????????

Tips his hat at all the North Americans

And dreams the dream of the argonauts



We know the truth of the undeveloped heart

Poplars on the Seinne and Sunset Boulevard

The noise that can drive a love asunder

Sometimes your dreams can leave you under



We go climbing down myriad flights of stairs

Blowing off the heat and dust

Stetch our romantic souls

To cover the wunderlust



At midnight in some strange city

Black-burned and medieval

Shiver inside our paper thin raincoats

And the silence that knows no evil



We know the truth of the undeveloped heart

Poplars on the Seinne and Sunset Boulevard

The noise that can drive a love asunder

Sometimes your dreams can leave you under



The heart can be a lonely hunter