Futon Song

I tripped on mushroom for half a week
And it all came down to me on the futon
Asking myself: "How could you run away from me?"
How could you ever run away from me?
And how that precious feeling could have ran away from me?
And I took the L-train to the G-train
And the G-train to the F-train
And riding through the reconstructions
And there was nothing I could think about
But when and how could you run away from me
How could you run away from me?
How could that precious thing run away from me?
Driving 90 on the BQE and from BQE to FDR
And back to Brooklyn again
From the place to work to the place I live
Back and forth on the bridge
There was nothing in my head but
How could you run away from me?
How could you have run away from me?
How could you have run away from me?
How could you run away from me?