Johnny Four

I throw away the years, every pie has its crust, the laughs and happy tears, life wears no crown, for those who say you must, in the Ocean towns, she came in like the deer, with a smell of musk, in hazy bars withstands leers, I knew she'd be hounded, spinning pennies in the dust, someone never grounded, what brought her here, against everything she trusts, a woman crystal clear, no book or Courtroom brown, hides the fact she's bust, I just let her down, blow flame across my fears, share bad jokes and puts, pray for those who disappear, somewhere in the dusk.