Lyrics
The air on that night
Was tempered like a knife
And the people wore the face masks of a clown
Dan, he was long
Misshapen and forlorn
And his woman ran away without a smile
The days of the earth
Are unbroken, changeless tough
But the faces of the men are something else
Chasing wind as a boy
Was a spacious sexual toy
But baby, now he's a toothless baby-man
When the hills of the sun
Make you feel like you are young
Get good now
And face your face to the night
This is a song
That I wrote when I was young
And I call it
The Broken-Hearted Blues