It doesn't matter, where you go.
The river takes you where the currency flows.
Somewhere sometime, this life seems unkind.
Au revoir my disarming wealthy friend.
I loved and then was cast aside--
hung out like a care-free notion.
I kissed you once, I kissed you twice--
thinking that I'll always be here.
Sometime somewhere, this life seems unfair.
Chained to this strange groove the mind transcends.
It doesn't matter, what you believe.
I may be flattered but I'm not naive.
I find it hard to sympathize--
words betray your true intentions.
I never felt so terrified--
holding back this sudden feeling.
It doesn't matter, what you become.
You'll always want me beneath your thumb.
I care less for your appetite--
ordering my sweet devotion.
I see you in a different light--
leading to this sane conclusion.
Somewhere sometime, this life seems unkind.
Au revoir my disarming wealthy friend.
Notes about Video: Probaby our finest hour on television. Taken from Anne Delisi's "Backstage Pass" program on PBS in Detroit. Joining Asta, George and me, are Frank Greenhalgh on bass and Ken Capton on drums.
