Broken Hearted Blues

This is a song that I wrote when I was young

And I call it the broken-hearted blues

The air on that night was tempered like a knife

And the people wore the face-masks of a clown

Don - he was long, misshapen and forlorn

And his woman ran away without a smileDays of the earth are unbroken, changeless turf

But the faces of the men are something else

In the wind, as a boy, was a spacious sexual toy

But, baby, now he's a toothless baggy man

When the hills of the sun make you feel that you are young...Get good now, and face your face into the wind

This is a song that I wrote when I was young

And I called it the broken-hearted blues

Songwriters

MARC BOLANPublished by

Lyrics © SPIRIT MUSIC GROUP