A strange boy is weaving A course of grace and havoc On a yellow skateboard Through midday sidewalk traffic Just when I think he's foolish and childish And I want him to be manly I catch my fool and my child Needing love and understanding
What a strange, strange boy He still lives with his family Even the war and the navy Couldn't bring him to maturity
He keeps referring back to school days And clinging to his child Fidgeting and bullied His crazy wisdom holding onto something wild He asked me to be patient Well I failed "Grow up!" I cried And as, the smoke was clearing he said "Give me one good reason why!"
What a strange, strange boy He sees the cars as sets of waves Sequences of mass and space He sees the damage in my face
We got high on travel And we got drunk on alcohol And on love the strongest poison and medicine of all See how that feeling comes and goes Like the pull of moon on tides Now I am surf rising Now parched ribs of sand at his side
What a strange, strange boy I gave him clothes and jewelry I gave him my warm body I gave him power over me
A thousand glass eyes were staring In a cellar full of antique dolls I found an old piano And sweet chords rose up in waxed New England halls While the boarders were snoring Under crisp white sheets of curfew We were newly lovers then We were fire in the stiff-blue-haired-house-rules