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There once was a boy 
So alone in his flight 
That he took off his wings 
And fell into the night 
Met a girl with no shoes 
At the Last Dance of Hope 
Said "If you bring the footstool, 
Honey, I'll bring the rope." 
So they hung... all their clothes 
In a house on a hill 
He went on the wagon. 
She went off the pill. 
And they went to the chapel
In the way lovers will 
Beneath a battered umbrella. 
Just a battered umbrella. 

Well the two became one 
And the one became three 
Everything they had done 
Vanished from memory 
He changed the diapers. 
She made the bed 
In their own private Eden 
That was all in their heads 
And they saw to their child 
And they saw to their cares 
Put their dreams all in boxes 
‘Neath the old basement downstairs 
When the hurricane hit 
They were caught unawares 
With a battered umbrella. 
Just a battered umbrella. 

But she wasn't his mother; 
Couldn't scratch every itch 
And he wasn't her father, 
Just a son of a bitch 
They began to see failings. 
They began to find fault. 
Spent his nights at the Owl Club. 
Hers with religious cults. 
In the mornings her feet 
Felt an ache to be shod 
Over supper he'd peek 
At the sky, sigh and nod 
Left the kid in a corner 
With no shelter but God 
And a battered umbrella. 
Dirty, battered umbrella. 

Now there's a boy 
With no wings and no prayer 
With no means to employ 
To escape anywhere 
First he lived with his mother. 
Then he lived with his dad. 
When they all lived together 
It had not seemed so bad 
But they said, "It's no use, son. 
We'd shatter the night." 
Yet they both lived inside him, 
Where they got on all right. 
He'd go out of his mind 
When they couldn't unite 
Beneath his battered umbrella. 
Holy, battered umbrella.

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