Took a bus to New York in '67 Left a child behind me with a loving family Got to Brooklyn in my winter coat Went looking for friends and a new life, I suppose The first time I saw you, you were sleeping You looked so beautiful, like an angel from heaven Just kids, hungry half the time Pulling dirty pictures out of magazines Just kids, reading Rimbaud You'd say, "Patti, play me something I can dance to" "Well, Robert, that's just what I'm gonna do "My beautiful boy" ♪ We were lovers for a while, friends forever Everything we had we shared with each other Lived at the Chelsea in that magic time There's nothing left now but legends, songs and lies You took photographs, I used words We did our best to be heard Oh, just kids, hungry half the time Pulling dirty pictures out of magazines Just kids, reading Rimbaud You'd say, "Patti, play me something I can dance to" "Well, Robert, that's just what I'm gonna do "My beautiful boy "My beautiful boy" The night you died, I was sleeping When I woke, I knew that you were gone Your brother phoned me to say He kissed you goodbye one last time from me The morning was cold, the TV was on A woman from long ago singing a song Just kids, all grown up now Grey-haired and thinking about the old days Just kids, reading Rimbaud You'd say "Patti, play me something I can dance to" "Well, Robert, that's just what I'm gonna do "My beautiful boy "My beautiful boy"