O Crown of Light, O Darkened One, I never thought we'd meet. You kiss my lips, and then it's done: I'm back on Boogie Street.
A sip of wine, a cigarette, And then it's time to go. I tidied up the kitchenette; I tuned the old banjo. I'm wanted at the traffic-jam. They're saving me a seat. I'm what I am, and what I am, Is back on Boogie Street.
And O my love, I still recall The pleasures that we knew; The rivers and the waterfall, Wherein I bathed with you. Bewildered by your beauty there, I'd kneel to dry your feet. By such instructions you prepare A man for Boogie Street.
O Crown of Light, O Darkened One…
So come, my friends, be not afraid. We are so lightly here. It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear. Tho' all the maps of blood and flesh Are posted on the door, There's no one who has told us yet What Boogie Street is for.
O Crown of Light, O Darkened One, I never thought we'd meet. You kiss my lips, and then it's done: I'm back on Boogie Street.
A sip of wine, a cigarette, And then it's time to go . . .
