A strange boy is weaving
  A course of grace and havoc
  On a yellow skateboard
  Thru midday sidewalk traffic
  Just when I think he's foolish and childish
  And I want him to be manly
  I catch my fool and my child
  Needing love and understanding
  What a strange, strange boy
  He still lives with his family
  Even the war and the navy
  couldn't bring him to maturity
  He keeps referring back to school days
  And clinging to his child
  Fidgeting and bullied
  His crazy wisdom holding onto something wild
  He asked me to be patient
  Well I failed
  "Grow up!" I cried
  And as, the smoke was clearing he said
  "Give me one good reason why!"
  What a strange, strange boy
  He sees the cars as sets of waves
  Sequences of mass and space
  He sees the damage in my face
  We got high on travel
  And we got drunk on alcohol
  And on love the strongest poison and medicine of all
  See how that feeling comes and goes
  Like the pull of moon on tides
  Now I am surf rising
  Now parched ribs of sand at his side
  What a strange, strange boy
  I gave him clothes and jewelry
  I gave him my warm body
  I gave him power over me
  A thousand glass eyes were staring
  In a cellar full of antique dolls
  I found an old piano
  And sweet chords rose up in waxed New England halls
  While the boarders were snoring
  Under crisp white sheets of curfew
  We were newly lovers then
  We were fire in the stiff-blue-haired-house-rules