[Verse 1]
This is a song, that I wrote when I was young
And I call it, the broken-hearted blues

[Verse 2]
The air on that night, was tempered like a knife
And the people wore the face masks of a clown

[Verse 3]
Don, he was long, misshapen and forlorn
And his woman ran away without a smile

[Verse 4]
Days of the earth, are unbroken changeless turf
But the faces of the men are something else

[Verse 5]
Chasing wind, as a boy, was a spacious sexual toy
But baby, now he's a toothless baggy man

[Verse 6]
When the hills of the sun, make you feel that you are young
Get good now, and face your face to the wind

[Verse 1]
And this is a song, that I wrote when I was young
And I called it the broken-hearted blues