
I used to own a true love
Forever, as she bequeathed
I used to count our blessings
Yet still I was deceived
I used to own the streets
Here, near where I was born
I used to walk a concrete line
And kick the cans at dawn
I used to own a melody
Heard, as birds began to sing
I used to flute in golden voice
A tune forever lingering
I used to own the stars
There, of my bedroom light
I used to gaze at them in awe
Each wild and windy night
I used to own such things
But, it was never so for me
I used to kid myself believing
The lie of my prosperity