Lovely Girl
Written in Portland, Oregon
November 25, 1974
Oh, my lovely girl,
My dearest one.
Dark and lonely
Without the sun.
Everyone has a lover
Everyone has gone.
And alone I fell down
like a broken gun.
Breathless and full of tears,
I can no longer run.
From ashes of sadness
Ton over a ton.
Oh, my lovely girl,
My only one.
You are my life,
You are not anyone.
Fly to Portland
and replace the sun.
And shine on my heart
with all the fun.