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