If Carolyn called me up today I'd hang up the phone and walk away
It's not that I don't care anymore
But time changes locks on a lot of doors
And I know what you're thinking and it's true
Sometimes there is nothing you can do
But there's a time that I recall a purple street in Lisbon
She was speaking dreams to me and I thought I was listening
But I was fifteen yards away before I felt the distance
She cried in Augusta street and stared into the windows
And I know what she's thinking and it's true
Sometimes there is nothing she can do
Carolyn is tamed
All those years and all those tears
Cuddling her insecure
And shaking like a child and feeling helpless
But maybe I share the blame
Peter has a fan club he's a whiskey hating Christian
And he's in love with everyone as long as they keep listening
And there's a hole in my old faith where he belongs
But, the whole of me has never been that strong
Peter is half-born
With one foot in and one foot out
A princess on a barstool
Anarcho- Commun- Liberat- ingratiating stranger to me now
Close friends and passerby love affairs and suicides
Sex and drugs and crash 'n' burn
Decisions politics and prostitute religions
Fucking at the movies or fighting in the street
Christopher's a scapegoat 'cause he lives like a poem
And they want explanations but I just want to know him
Not for what he claims to be or what they say he isn't
Just because he's got the balls to make his own decisions
And sometimes the pain he's feeling is so real
Sometimes that is all I need to feel
Christopher is wild
With fire-escape guitar afflictions
Different lives but shared addictions
Late night taxi, Frank Black happy birthdays
And blood-pact butchers knives
Amsterdam, the sex museums and the New York City subway
Vancouver in November, and Montreal on Monday
We'll get a fix in Union Square we'll drop at C.B.G.B.'s
And if we can't find salvation there, we'll stay home and watch the TV
And I'll be your disciple if you'll be mine
And we'll make love in the moaning summertime
'Cause you are beautiful