And and and

Love is a street light at a distance
And the road is rained upon and slick
And you do the things you do for it
Friends eat you alive
And lovers lay in wait to hurt you
And you loose your senses in the waking dream
And hold yourself up with the crutches you find
Young one day
But not the next

And it will turn without you
This ball
This silly ball
With all it holds
The friends there, the lovers lying in wait
And the cold and lonely
Only part briefly
And while it parts
The crutches hold