The beginning of the end

The break-up


I was on the Hudson in a kayak

I came back and you said I’m leaving Nyack

I said What the hell is going on

You said I hate it here I’m done

I’m going back home

All you do is roam

I can’t take it any more


Mister William Michelmore


A taxi took us to JFK

No words we’re spoken along the way

An unknown silence sealed our fate


I didn’t wait at the departure gate

I cavalierly walked from there


A radio somewhere

Played Nights in White Satin


I took a bus into Manhattan

Not hearing the death knell


The beginning of hell.