I am surprised to get A letter from you now I living miles from you In the loneliness of south The people here won't see it They like to live alone In the quiet of their evening times I hear their bed boards moaning But Franco has a hold on things And he's not letting go What the Virgin Mary doesn't see She doesn't need to know We find the hole on Centre St. And I stay home all night The buzzer hasn't worked in years Unless you push it right The sun it doesn't shine here It tortures hands in time When there are broken bodies to air I'm burning all the time Your family told me that you'd found A better man than me I hope you'll be allowed to laugh In polite company