Diane, I know that I'm just a baby
I've found the door, it makes sense to me

In my room with curtains drawn
In my world, there's something wrong
Black timing, I see the truth
In my lodging, I've thought it through

And I suppose you put the needle on the record
When there's a setting sun, it takes strength to remember

The aftermath, the smiling bag
That the lodge is black
Where's Pulaski at?
Where's Jacobi at?

I was told, twenty years ago,
On the Northern shore,
Bob unfolds
No more, I implore