We should have known. Without a hint the moon
darkens on time and I get bored about
three or four A.M. You're off with friends
or working in the basement of the house.
So I go out to stroll down one of these
streets this late at night. So few souls left in
the place--I wander past a girl asleep
in leather beneath the whining neon--
these alleys we used to walk along at night,
the countless shops of spells with lovely lotions
and voodoo potions poured into your bath
that one, the powder sizzling round yor hips,
its scent I knew so well, has lost its charm,
my horns are useless now, the world is warm.