Notes For Liza

in the gutter you sit questioning your infamy
in the street I pass chalk outlines of your empathy
where you tunnel underground
leave this world without a sound
still hoping for some honey

and Liza, and Liza
and Liza's waiting for you to be kind
Liza, with the heart of a child
ingénue . . .

fold a straight line into circles around your enemies
and you'll find you're staring right back at your troubled seas
but wedded to your pledge
you gallop toward revenge
and stumble on real beauty

and Liza, and Liza
and Liza's waiting for you to be kind
Liza, with the heart of a child
ingénue . . .
who is fumbling and tumbling
but she still gets the best of you
and the plot turns black and blue
as a coffin fills the room

to begin, you're sick and wicked
but you scurry out of sight
to block out the light
still hoping for her

and Liza, and Liza
and Liza's waiting for you to be kind