Balboa Park

The man next to me His mother she lives on Lake Michigan He hasn't seen her in eight years and he Wonders about Lake Michigan The girl next to him She was a dancer but now Her legs don't work like they used to She married a fireman Gonna be here in the station On the south side of Lake Michigan Walking through Balboa Park again The architecture always makes me sad Now I'm sitting between a Navy man Their sunburnt skin and dark dews of The great lakes while one mother's in sunset years in Indiana Beneath the shady tree Mother is passing a newborn baby Nearby the fountains are endlessly spurting Two thousand mils away from Lake Michigan Walking through Balboa Park again The architecture always makes me sad Now I'm sitting between a Navy man Their sunburnt skin and dark dews of The great lakes while one mother's in sunset years in Indiana People (?) It's a nonsense There is a boy He's riding a bike He's wearing a black tie with black trousers Handing out flyers Trying to change him Trying to persuade my opinions Walking through Balboa Park again The architecture always makes me sad Now I'm sitting between a Navy man Their children and their wives' with them The man next to me His mother she lives on Lake Michigan