Myth

Continuing on our way through Sicily

We came upon this site

Where now stands the city of Syracuse

There we made our sacrifice

And Heracles cried

At the scene of the crime

We carried on through die Lower East Side

Where Bobby came upon his bride

Sleeping in her evening gown

On the men's room floor

I saw two magpies flying

It was a cold wet day

I saw you cross the road this morning

To get to the other side

I waved but no one saw me

it's okay, we'll meet on Tuesday

And Hetracles smiled

At the first light of dawn