EDGE OF CHINATOWN Sleep had turned me upside down, So I walked to the edge of Chinatown. I went to my haunt of seven years, Nobody really knows me there.
I saw a wicker man who lost his way, Went to the mountain for forty days. Spoke to the fire but lost his nerve. What did he learn?
I sat among the denim pushers, Writers, mothers, dealers, teachers, Healers, dreamers and wayward spouses, And pretty things from red light houses.
He was a family man who lost his faith, Wrote to the girl for seven days. Caught a train downtown but lost his nerve. What did he learn? And what did he deserve?
Sleep had turned me upside down, So I walked to the edge of Chinatown. I walked through the mall and past a mirror, I didn’t recognize who I saw there.
A wicker man who lost his way, Went to the mountain for forty days. Spoke to the fire but lost his nerve. What did he learn?