I left in the morning with everything I owned in a little black case. Alone on a platform, the wind and the rain on my sad and lonely face.
Mother will never understand why you had to leave But the answers you seek will never be found at home. The love that you need will never be found at home. Pushed around and kicked around, always a lonely boy. You were the one that they’d talk about around town as they put you down And as hard as they would try they’d hurt to make you cry. But you never cried to them, just to your soul. No, you never cried to them, just to your soul. You leave in the morning with everything you own in a little black case. Alone on a platform, the wind and the rain on a sad and lonely face.
I was a small town boy and through caution to the wind, news travels too fast in a small town.
So was I. I’m so glad that somewhere deep inside of me I found the courage to listen to my cock, in the nearly 50 years since, it has never lied. I have had so much Joy, and HaPenis, that I have even forgiven the Catholics…
Lovely!