Ninety Eight

You don't get much view. from these scenes, or in this kitchen, you arranged the loans, introduced the dancing queens, put jelly on my bones, saw in me something new, on the street or Metro, you were an angel, far away from home, trying hard to catch the breeze, couldn't burn toast, hadn't got a clue, in that 'eighties dream, i only thought of you, wonder where you'll go, or who you'll believe, shake out all I know, your dress is golden blue, i can't see past the trees, am shrunken by my dues, guess i'll always be.