FUTON SONG
David Benouaisch
I tripped on mushrooms for half a week
And it all came down to
Me on the futon
Asking myself how you could have run away from me
How could you run away from me?
How could that precious feeling have run away from me?
I took the F-train to the G-train
and the G-train to the L-train
And riding through the Reconstruction
There was nothing I could care about but
How you could have run away from me
Driving 90 on the BQE
And From BQE to FDR
And back to brooklyn again
From the place where they work
To the place where I live
Back and forth on the bridge
There was nothing in my head but
When and how you could have run away from me