Last night in the street collapsed on itself. In fact it broke right in two. And I fell in. The strawberry vines. Into a pool of strawberry wine. Strawberry wine and clouds. Burning in the desert surrounded in flowers. But the stems broke the armor. And the morning comes. Until its all just the same things again. Oh god. Don't spend too much time on the other side. Let the daylight in. Before you get old and you cant break out of it. My old friend. Cause its getting winter and if you want any flowers. You gotta get your seeds in. And I worry about you why? because you want me to. Can you still have any famous last words. If you're nobody somebody nobody knows. I don't know. Somebody go and ask Clair. She's been dead twenty years just look at her hair. Strawberry blonde with curls. She gets hair done then she gossips. With the younger waitress girls at the bar. The old Irish rose. Drinking strawberry wine. Until it comes out her nose. She spent too much time on the other side. And she forgot to let the daylight in. Before you get old you'd better break out of it. My old friend. Cause its getting winter and if you want any flowers. You gotta get your seeds in to the ground. And I worry about you. Why because you want me too. This fella downtown he jumped off a bridge. He was angry about a letter he received from his friend. He fell in. To the arms of the most beautiful girls. That have ever lived in the history of the world. And with nothing left to lose he got screwed. He sold his apartment before they made him move. Then he jumped straight in. To the san Francisco bay. Now he lives on Molly's farm. Picking berries all day. Don't spend too much time on the other side. Let the daylight in. Marty was a kid when he learned steal boats. His dad was a deejay on the radio. He fell in. To a life. Of riverboat crime. Now has the man you see in prison. If you want strawberry wine. Strawberry wine and smokes. He sent a letter to his friend. Explaining one night on coke. He and Clair. Jumped in to the strawberry vines. And lord knows you get lost. On that strawberry wine. Don't spend too much time on the other side. Let the daylight in. And imp getting old and I gotta break out of it. My old friend. Cause its getting winter and if I want any flowers. I gotta get those seeds in to the ground. And if you worry about me. Don't bother. Why?. Ill be fine. Imp just sitting here laughing. Little old me and my. Strawberry wine