A COUPLE OF VERSIONS
Everything has its double, like we
needed that - alternate realities
everywhere. You were my mother
once, and I might have been your son,
but that's all over now (baby) blue too.
Nothing runs longer than the thread to
which it's attached : we come to an ending.
Then we get detached. I lived my own life
among the cider-mines and the salt-domes
of the high, dry plains. You didn't know me
then but I wouldn't complain. Like Bob Dylan
once said, uptown in the east 60's, in 1967,
when he was asked why no one reconized him
there : 'They don't know me downtown, why
would they know me uptown?' Pretty damn cool