It's the smell of hot summertime trash It's the city noise of a busy street It's a train derailed and a two car head on freeway crash Each time we meet "And if it comes as some sort of a surprise", she said "That I seem so composed, I've kept this moment closer to my eyes", she said, "Than the glasses resting on the edge of my nose" Shadow am I! Shadow am I! The question of a person, no said reply Wolf am I! Wolf and Shadow cast on the sheep as I pass by Shadow am I! Shadow am I! or like a wearing-black-socks-and-white-woolen-locks Wolf am I, and shadow she was graceful and green as a stem, but I walk heavy on delicate ground Oh...there I go showing off again Self-impressed by how well I can put myself down! And there I go again To the next further removed level Of that same exact feigned humility! And this for me goes on and on to the point of nausea Shadow am I! Like a suspicion that's never confirmed But it's never denied Wolf am I, no, "shadow" - I think - is better as I'm not something more like the absence of something So SHADOW AM I! the whole material world seems to me like a newspaper headline- it explicitly demands your attention and it may even contain some truth about what's really going on here? one day the water's gonna wash it away and on that day, nothing clever to say.