Goodbye wasted once was, some time ago, I lost you in a storm, you fell and my head hurt, I wandered down an empty road, no signs of life, no signs at all, I left you then when I turned up the hill, to the cold and fog that burned, there was a survival time for a crazy world, and below manic subdued, buses every minute, and the horror of constant advertizement, the shadows between the homes and the yards, then a nursery for plants, it was like nothing else.