Of those that sailed the silver ships from Andilar I am the last. And the deeds that rang our youthful dreams it seems shall go undone. North for the shores of Valinor our bows and crimson sails were made.
The old woman finally caught me. Sneakin' 'round her cave. Her hair looked just like barbwire, boys. And her smile just like the grave. . She asked me could I stay awhile.
Well, the next day I drove to the address. By Japanese design I was really impressed. It looked like a regular house. Of the rising sun. . I walked inside, I was all alone.