Could it be that you drove me into your fleet of hand-melt candy?
Could it be that you sent me falling off the roof backwards, gently?
Do not let my words depress you, I'm here to uplift you now
(I'm here to uplift you now)

Her eyes have gone south terrible lies she denies
Could it be that you broke me into
A sheet of rain swept sideways?
Could it be that you wrote me a dead attempt?
It just plain scares me

Do not let my words distract you from
All the fun you demand from the fun of the century
No more glistening wet poems in your honor
Captain of alienation, New York, money, compassion