Pattie's gone Our new day is over I still feel small Smaller and older The group was formed Through contacts and purpose Wherever you play These people surround you I lost my grace I found some friends In San Francisco On april 5 19 and 7 4 She's Tania now Holding a carbine She's angrier Our love hug is over I smell like hell In san Francisco I should go to a disco Have a ball at the disco Empty stages of Love and hurt For an orchard of Human dirt Kiss their hands as they Saw through bones Of your will and your Weary hope