Wicked little town

Forgive me, for I did not know, 'cause I was just a boy and you were so much more. Than any god could ever plan, more than a woman or a man and now I understand how much I took from you: that, when everything starts breaking down, you take the pieces off the ground and show this wicked town something beautiful and new.

You think that luck has left you there, but maybe there's nothing up in the sky but air and there's no mystical design, no cosmic lover preassigned, there's nothing you can find that can not be found. 'Cause with all the changes you've been through, it seems the stranger's always you, alone again in some new wicked little town.

So when you've got no other choice you know you can follow my voice through the dark turns and noise of this wicked little town. Oh, it's a wicked, little town. Goodbye, wicked little town.

(AAAAAAAAY, PINCHE HEDWIG)