Love Don't Come

The poets and the Socrates was bounding out
 Their eulogies about what to do
 The troopers with their tangled hair were proven
 That they didn't care about nothing new
 And anybody claiming king would strum guitars
 And start to sing but they were fooled
 The vacuum of their fantasies
 Had discover the fact, you see that chaos rules
 Everybody run and bare
 Not exactly knowing where or why or who
 Chasing kicks that no one gets
 Kissing on her silhouettes of faded blue
 Trying to blow one smoke in air
 Their favorite answer, I don't care, was useless to
 And when the sun would start to fade
 This ritual circus of charades would start anew
 Love don't come, don't call my name again
 I can't play 'cause I don't know how to win
 Too bad to end hand in hand they stride
 I've got wind and rain for my future bright