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, mis-shapen and forlorn And his woman ran away without a smile Days of the earth are unbroken changeless turf But the faces of the men are something else Jason 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