Tape from California Phil Ochs

[Verse 1]
Who's that coming down the road
A sailor from the sea
He looks a lot like me
I'd know him anywhere, had to stare
Feathers on his fingertips
A halo 'round his spine
He must have lost his mind
He should be put away, right away
In the corner of the night
He handed me his water pipe
His eyes were searching deep inside my head
Here's what he said

[Chorus]
Sorry I can't stop and talk now
I'm in kind of a hurry anyhow
But I'll send you a tape from California

[Verse 2]
New York City has exploded
And it's crashed upon my head
I dove beneath the bed
Fighting biting nails, turning pale
The landlord's at my window
And the burglar's at my door
I can't take it anymore
I guess I'll have to fly, it's worth a try
Someone's banging on the wall
But there's no party to recall
Singer of the shadows of his soul
So he's been told