[00:01:00]This is a song, that I wrote when I was young
[00:08:00]And I call it the broken-hearted blues
[00:17:00]The air on that night was tempered like a knife
[00:25:00]And the people wore the face masks of a clown
[00:34:00]Don he was long, mis-shapen and forlorn
[00:42:00]And his woman ran away without a smile
[00:51:00]Days of the earth are unbroken changeless turf
[00:58:00]But the faces of the men are something else
[01:07:00]Jason Wind, as a boy, was a spacious ***ual toy
[01:16:00]But baby now he's a toothless baggy man
[01:23:00]When the hills of the sun
[01:27:00]Make you feel that you are young
[01:32:00]Get good now and face your face into the wind
[01:40:00]This is a song that I wrote when I was young
[01:48:00]And I called it the Broken Hearted Blues