When I see miss libertine fall down on her knees
Blowing out the lighted torch, I know it's time to leave
It's time to leave, it's time to leave
I'd like to stay but the worlds been killed
The animals have died and all's been drilled
The forests are burning, the oceans are dead
I see all these things with the eyes on my head
I've seen all these things, I've seen all these things
Soon the poison sky will burn, blow us all to hell
Hurl us into space untied into birth like Superman, it's just as well
It's just as well, it's just as well
There's no time left it's much too late
I'm going out I'm leaving right away
Goodbye friends
But then I turn to smile at you, and you smile back at me
Shooting past a million stars we ride on endlessly
Ride on and on, ride on and on
Free at last from earthly bounds I wonder where to go
All space and time, the universe at last it feels like home
It feels like home, it feels like home
Miss Libertine was written by David Givens & Candy Givens.
Miss Libertine was produced by Eddie Kramer.
Candy, Tommy, Gerard MacMahon (an old friend of Tommy’s from his Denver street-freak days), and I sang this one. The stance is a little bit too earnest for me today, but the words are more true than ever. I wrote the intro in L.A. while we were working on the bathtub album.
- David Givens