Let me sing you the ballad of Elizabeth Dark I been workin' on it since the time We hung out at this coffeehouse In Rogers Park Like two kids at a five and dime She would read Dostoevsky By the yellow moon That hung like an orange in the tree While I worked on the words To the mystery tune Of Elizabeth Dark and me This was back in the days Of the folk music craze Lenny and poetry and jazz Cats and chicks snappin' their fingers To Lord Buckley doing The Nazz Kierkegaard Ginsberg Sartre and free love Parties to cover the rent We all wanted to be existentialists None of us knew what the hell it meant [Chorus] Now I take the El to Loyola And I walk along the Sheridan sand Where the waves are breakin' over the jetty Where the wind is like an icy hand Fyodor says that the criminal Always returns to the scene of the crime Maybe I'll see Elizabeth D one more time. Her hair was long and flowin' A river of zen down her back We had spaghetti with Ferlinghetti And wine with Jack Kerouac Things were real cool One day I came home from school And Elizabeth Dark wasn't there No river of raven zen hair No Dark at the top of the stairs [Chorus] Sometimes I get out my old bongos Reminisce about makin' the scene Read my tarot Tell my fortune from grounds In a beat up espresso machine I'm a beatnik lost in the future Like a Model T Ford out in space Still as in love with Elizabeth Dark As the first time I saw her face [Chorus]