Lucy, where are you now?
Lucy, where are you now?
Lucy, where are you now?
Are you hidin'?
Born in the firebed, poetry on our graves.
I forgot so many names. But I'm trying.
I think it's time to go. The bartender is mean and slow.
Maybe he doesn't know that you're blinding.
I need a night alone. The wind through the trees alone.
My eyes in the glass???. Slow and shining.
Lucy, where are you now?
Lucy, where are you now?
Lucy, where are you now?
Are you hidin'?
