Montreal

I weigh Patti and Joni and Bob and Baez a mountain of flowers decay by my bed a word from my god like a poem of time I want to be young when my names up in lights but time slips away from even the prettiest rose as my summer fades american dreams turn to ghosts I sat on a mountain in Montreal praying to Leonard Cohen and I wonder if he thought I was pretty I lost me in so many ways with my 20s decay like fruit on a grave and I died so many deaths of depth and I thought I had only a few good years left I sing with Suzanne in my breath I'll never die if you never forget If I had a daughter I would name her moon Like Gail Zappa's kid in her 60s bedroom will she carry my name with the hope of the wild the in love and the dreamers our futures a child Will time take away all that we cherish the most as the lights turn off nothing was gained nothing was lost I sat on a mountain in Montreal praying to Leonard Cohen and I wonder if he thought I was pretty I lost me in so many ways with my 20s decay like fruit on a grave and I died so many deaths of depth and I thought I had only a few good years left I sing with Suzanne in my breath I'll never die if you never forget I'll never die if you never forget"