Air Mail - Brazzaville

Fallen down, he’s too weary

Can’t get up, his eyes are blurry

Chinatown, he just fades away

He’s drunk up half his weight in sherry

Swallowed the apothecary

Whispering a farewell lullaby

I’ve seen enough in my old life

Just send an airmail to my wife

Tell her her hobo’s gone and died

And that my world is looking wide

He came to town 37 years ago

His hair was long

His eyes were blue

He lived down by the sea

Head full of poetry

Rock and roll and galleries

Nickel bags and happenings

The fall of '63

I’ve seen enough in my old life

Just send an airmail to my wife

Tell her her hobo’s gone and died

And that my world is looking wide

The years rolled by

3rd and Broadway caught his eye

Black tar, speed and china white

Took it all away

Left him in ragged clothes

Cardboard boxes for a home

An old man when he should be young

Trashing through the day

I’ve seen enough in my old life

Just send an airmail to my wife

Tell her her hobo’s gone and died

And that my world is looking wide