The Last Recluse

We rode hard for the boat,
Hard as we could.
«No tears,"you said, «Understood? Understood?»
I said, «All right.»
A crowd will be born,
Only born die
I want to watch for a sign in the night,
Or watch a bomb go off in a young girl’s life.
Who were you?
The last recluse.
Who were you?
The last Canada goose.
Who were you?
What is it with you?
Who were you?
Who were you?
When the wind comes up,
And the surface of the water scuffs
«Enough, enough!"the ferry whistle cried
«Just ride,"you said, «ride and shut up.»
I jumped on board, turned around
To wave goodbye,
You were already on your bike,
Riding with my bike by your side
Who were you?
The black canoe.
Who were you?
The last of the immune
Who were you?
You rode out of view
As far as I know, it was you.
You broke my heart
From the start
Made me work, work so hard.
To get where I am,
To where I’d let you do it all again.
Who were you?
Who were you?
What do I do without you?
Who were you?
The last recluse.
Who were you?
The last of the immune
Are you the last canoe?
The last Canada goose.
Who were you?
Who were you?
Who were you?
Who were you?
Who are you? Who are you?