Broken Hearted Blues Lyrics

This is a song that I wrote when I was young,
And I call it the Broken Hearted Blues.

The air on that night was tempered like a knife,
And the people wore the face masks of a clown.
Don, he was long, mis-shapen and forlorn,
And his woman ran away without a smile.
Days of the earth are unbroken changeless turf,
But the faces of the men are something else.

Jason Wind, as a boy, was a s***ious s**ual toy,
But baby, now he's a toothless baggy man.

When the hills of the sun make you feel that you are young,
Get good now, and face your face into the wind.

And this is a song that I wrote when I was young,
And I called it the Broken Hearted Blues.