Lyrics:

This is a song, that I wrote when I was young
And I call it, the broken-hearted blues
The air on that night, was tempered like a knife
And the people wore the face masks of a clown

Don, he was long, mis-shapen and forlorn
And his woman ran away without a smile
Days of the Earth, are unbroken changeless turf
But the faces of the men are something else
In the wind, as a boy, was a spacious sexual toy
But baby, now he's a toothless baggy man
When the hills of the sun make you feel that you are young
Get good now, and face your face into the wind
This is a song, that I wrote when I was young
And I called it the broken-hearted blues