I say hey, Mona. . Oh, Mona. I say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Mona. Oh, Mona. I tell you Mona what I wanna do. . I'll build a house next door to you. Can I see you sometimes?.
Romeo is bleeding. But not so as you'd notice. He's over on 18th street as usual. Lookin' so hard against the hood of his car. And puttin' out a cigarette in his hand.
Bird alone, flying high. Flying through a clouded sky. Sending mournful soulful sounds. Soaring over troubled grounds. . Bird alone with no mate. Turning corners tempting fate.