"where has all the love gone?"
i asked my little one
she got up and pointed around the room
like some prophet of doom
"your all going to die"
she said and made them cry
the younger ones out there
all the beggar girls with ratted hair
they cry out "thats not fair"
but take their joint and drift to newer heights
"there shall be deaths and you shall die!"
my dear sweet one did cry
i grasp for her hand she poked me in the eye
re-peating this she left and waved goodbye
walking across the sun silken sand

now i understand
why she had to leave
with no time to grieve
headed to san fransico i believe

My ghost seemed to follow her everywhere
telling me "your going to die oh yeah!"
such excitement
i don't think that it is fair
silently drifting over the floor
slowly drifting out the door
your body will be found in the snow
hidden under the willow
with a needle in hand

now i understand
why i had to leave
why i h ad no time to grieve
what a mess we weave