A seventeen year old white kid shouldn’t be in such a place And shouldn’t be in such a lady’s embrace Yet there strolled I in the darkness of desperation And all too soon it became a hazardous occupation
My eyes saw the midnight moon but it mattered not I went there whether the weather was frigid or hot Strolling among people so different than me Yet the lady would not let any of us live free
My eyes widened when I saw what was straight ahead A lady that could leave me comatose or dead yet a seventeen year old white kid sat on the street Craving in the cold and scared of the summer time’s heat
A seventeen year old white boy shouldn’t be there And back then that lady fully filled people with fear But I needed immediate relief only she could provide As I continued to let the lady become my only guide
All those years ago among friends I was the only one And day by day heroin had me on the run Searching on corners and looking in bars While a white boy in Harlem at midnight may as well have been on Mars