I saw the lights of the Commodore Barry  From the deck of the ghost of the flower street ferry  And I felt the shock of an atom bomb  When the tired old city of Chester  Was draped and dying in my arms  For a while I was lost under the weight of remembering  Of how the sun would warmthe projects some mornings  When the birds were falling like winter's frozen rain  And I was all fingers numb holding a brown paper lunch  Twelve years old and already ashamed  Now soon I was floating over Highland Avenue  By my side was the Red Cross, the Pope and the President too  Yeah I had returned like I swore I would  To right some wrongs and sing my song  And share the luck that every man should  But when the fever broke and I awoke from the dream  I was passed out beside a jukebox siphoning gasoline  When my brother yanked me hard from the corner bar  And carried my drunk bones all the way home  draped and heavy in his arms