Lucie Lou

He was beaten black and blue and didn't know what to do
He wandered everyday his mind was split in two
The next move to make is a mystery to a few
to walk round the park again and forget about Lucie Lou
At home was a father, drunk and in a rage
in Boston was a beautiful girl of a similar age
To leave all his friends, the life he'd grown up with
or to be with his love in town, at a place called Mist
Birds in the air flying all around just like his mind that was spinning in a cloud
He walked way into night, an owl hooted above, so scared of going home to a father that could not love
That was fifty years ago to this very day
Peter started wandering and wandering he'd stay.
People often ask the wardens what's that old man do.
They say he just wanders round the park searching for Lucie Lou.