Come lie down beside me and love me a while
for I'm tired and I'm lonely and ready for bed.
Will you stay? Will you play? If you just make me smile,
I will tell you a story, a strange allegory
of lust and illusion, confusion and dread.
The story is winning
and at the beginning
He’s young and he’s eager
and anxious to please
so he follows his friends
as the future impends.
Serious sinning ensues
with the drugs they abuse.
First he’s lost then he’s found,
now he’s down on his knees.
As the journey progresses,
the strain and the stress
exact a harsh toll
and he's bitter and cold.
He soon loses his pride,
feeling hopeless inside,
til the day he discovers
a lover's caress
saves his soul, now he's whole
and the story is told.
She lies down beside me, her eyes flashing a warning
as her fingertip traces the line of my beard.
She says "Listen, my friend, you're not close to the end.
I've a hell of a story to tell in the morning
and it's sexy and lengthy and wondrous and weird."