You said you were my friend
Sang that it’s really true
I found out though today
It wasn’t so. Surprise!

I write ballads for you
Now that you’re underground
You’ve become my target
Poetic obsession

Lorelei asks for you
Remembers better days
Still wears bells and flowers
Lives with Hope at the fair

Riding the tilt-a-whirl
Biting candy apples
Sweet red crust sticks to teeth
Tastes like sugar berries

Maybe just one more chance
I realize that’s crazy
It gets harder to find
Than to lose nowadays

© Carlos Chagall, 2013