The other day

[Spinaroonie]

Hanging out with Lars down on sixth street, he knew that I was in trouble, and I was feeling much like the devil- there was soemthing burning deep inside of me. We ran into these three Puerto Ricans, these girls took us to the funhouse where we played the lonely pinball machine. Hanging on the corner of fifty second and broadway, the cars were passing by, but none of them seemed to be going my way (New York City). Well, I wish I was on the highway back to Olympia. I'm having a hard time understanding and it gets hard and demanding. She [a Puerto Rican] is a cool and I'm stranded, still, something IS burning deep inside me. All I know is it was four o'clock and she aint never shown up and I watched about a thousand people come home from work.