The last time I saw Richard was Detroit in '68. And he told me all romantics meet the same fate someday. Cynical and bitter and boring someone in some dark cafe. You laugh he says you think you're immune. go look at your eyes. They're full of moon. You like roses and kisses and pretty men to tell you. All those pretty lies pretty lies. When you gonna realize they're only pretty lies. Only pretty lies pretty lies. He put a quarter in the Wurlitzer and he pushed. Three buttons and the thing began to whirr. And a waitress came by. in fishnet stockings and a bow tie. And she said "Drink up now it's gettin' on time to close.". "Richard you haven't really changed" I said. It's just that now you're romanticizing. some pain that's in your head. You got tombs in your eyes but the songs. You punched are dreaming. Listen they talk of love so sweet love so sweet. When you gonna get back on your feet?. Love can be so sweet love so sweet. Richard got married to a figure skater. And he bought her a dishwasher and a Coffee percolator. And he drinks at home now most nights. with the TV on. And all the house lights left up bright. I'm gonna blow this damn candle out. I don't want nobody comin' over to my table. I got nothing to talk to anybody about. All good dreamers pass this way some day. Hidin' behind bottles in dark cafes. Dark cafes. Only this darkness. Before I get my gorgeous wings. And I fly away. Only a phase these dark cafe days