I always had a bloody lip, always

Those Cadillacs just float over the road 

They don't even know the road is there 

How is it they know me well in the wine store 

There is no question of it 

It's the blank eyed and boxed face that don't understand 

Age makes no difference 

Shape makes no difference 

I observe that all collects dust here as everywhere 

The most whited things fade and emerge to no color 

Dust enters into all being 

And man who came from dust, to dust shall he return