I stood wrapped in a dark, wet cloak in the pouring rain,
Trying to understand how one man could have three names,
And there in the shadows and the howl of the wind and the same old same,
Within the tired and sinister maze of blame and shame,
At last I knew the quest was done and the questions vain,
Forever night and no escape,
Adeline my dear I've gone insane,
Pour another I need your embrace,
Let's vanish into this storm without a trace.