Eighty Five

How my voice is raised, I have no need of you, no one listens summer days, i hate to be alone, trapped by my own curfew, on this street or Metro, but you are an angel, brought me something new, to calm my rage, you arrange the loans, the fellowship do's, put jelly on my bones, before you came, nothing seemed true, this time you've created, when you start to 'phone, turns suddenly new, more than all I know, now you've passed away, can't get past the Blues, am shrunken day to day, around me too much you.