Balboa Park

The man next to me
 His mother she lives on Lake Michigan
 He hasn't seen her in eight years and he
 Wonders about Lake Michigan
 The girl next to him
 She was a dancer but now
 Her legs don't work like they used to
 She married a fireman
 Gonna be here in the station
 On the south side of Lake Michigan
 Walking through Balboa Park again
 The architecture always makes me sad
 Now I'm sitting between a Navy man
 Their sunburnt skin and dark dews of
 The great lakes while one mother's in sunset years in Indiana
 Beneath the shady tree
 Mother is passing a newborn baby
 Nearby the fountains are endlessly spurting
 Two thousand mils away from Lake Michigan
 Walking through Balboa Park again
 The architecture always makes me sad
 Now I'm sitting between a Navy man
 Their sunburnt skin and dark dews of
 The great lakes while one mother's in sunset years in Indiana
 People (?)
 It's a nonsense
 There is a boy
 He's riding a bike
 He's wearing a black tie with black trousers
 Handing out flyers
 Trying to change him
 Trying to persuade my opinions
 Walking through Balboa Park again
 The architecture always makes me sad
 Now I'm sitting between a Navy man
 Their children and their wives' with them
 The man next to me
 His mother she lives on Lake Michigan