Hey Anna Middle of them all Miniature in dress Working for the arts But how can we save money For the crane All your friends have left For cities and fame I'd shave my head If prescriptions win the race/day Face Heavy born lover lane I carry a hundred dollar bill In case it comes my way And living is a lye And i get beat up there Strangers every night You came up to me: "Are you alone? I'm from El Paso. I'm going To the art school in San Francisco" Very well, seeking yet again But i just bought a bed for two, you? Hey Anna Sleeping in the cold Waiting for work The economy of art Well, Albert was seeking too And i love you